POEM

If the world doesn't remain round.

If the sky is under ground.

If the claps do make no

Then,sorrow will know bound.

If the trees give no food.If people suffer from fever, Then, my sorrows will remain forever.

If the teacher don't teach us,

Then, in my exam, we don't pass.

If the singers don't sing a song,

Then, my sorrow will last long

But if the matter, remains as 'If'

Then our life will be

As nice as a tree leaf.

THE END.