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ALL INDIA
ASPIRING WRITER's
AWARD
AJMALATH
REGISTRATION ID
B6186
YOUR FINAL SCORE IS IN BETWEEN
9.15 - 9.75
IFHINDIA CONGRATULATE YOU FOR BEING IN THE TOP 10 FINALISTS.
1. THE TITLE WINNER SCORE MUST BE MORE THAN 9.70 WHO WILL BE WINNING 1,50,000/- CASH PRIZE & YOU MAY BE ONE OF THEM FOR SURE BECAUSE OUR FINAL WINNER IS IN BETWEEN THOSE TOP 10 FINALISTS INCLUDING YOU.
2. SINCE YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE TOP 10 FINALIST YOU WILL BE GETTING EXCLUSIVE GIFT COUPON WORTH 5000/- EACH
(Note : You must participate either in ONLINE EVENT or OFFLINE EVENT without fail to get your AWARD BENEFITS)
3. ALL TOP 10 FINALIST INCLUDING YOU MUST PARTICIPATE IN THE MEGA EVENT EITHER OFFLINE OR ONLINE BECAUSE EVEN YOU MAY BE THE ONE WHO WIN THE TITLE FOR SURE.
4. INCASE YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO PARTICIPATE IN THE MEGA EVENT/ AWARD CEREMONY EITHER OFFLINE OR ONLINE then your journey in the contest will end here. HOWEVER YOU WILL STILL RECEIVE THE BEST 25 WRITERS BENEFITS but you will not get any benefits for being in the TOP 10 incase you quit from the contest hereafter.
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Written By
AJMALATH
Theme: What flood had left behind
Name: Under the scales
Author : Ajmalath
Warmth touched my scales
For it was under waves
Until the sun saves
All that my eyes found was unsung
For I had slumbered for so long
My cold blood warms all along
I see nothing but shades of unrest all around
Things that floated me round and round
Found places against me around
Rays of sunshine tingled in my scales once again
A man cub opens the slit to regain
His house that had fallen with pain
Met with the horror in his eye
For I am nothing but, I
No wonder for the wondrous fly
A heart that's slpit
For the nature had taken all that he built
Nothing was in my three chambered heart but guilt
A smack did I hear, that never touched me any near
All out of nothing but fear
Slithered did I do
Hissed and I coo
To a place where I made a 'whoo'
Tears that flood
Tears of nature that left the man's eye flood,
All that did raise a pool of blood
I could see them cry
For food and clothes that are dry
Thinking nothing buy those who die
Being a snake,
All i could do was nothing but shake,
Seeing all the crumbled mud cake
With all the corps,
No where was the crops
All that was there were tear drops
So I hissed again with sorrow
Couldn't do anything but swallow all the pain into some other burrow
About the WRITER
AJMALATH
ABOVE PHOTOGRAPH WILL BE USED FOR
THE PARTICIPATION CERTIFICATE.
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