In my Indian dreams (poem by Duy)
Duy’s class was tasked with writing a poem titled “In my dreams” and he chose to write about India: In my Indian dreams In my dreams I saw, A terrific tiger Menacingly tossing its magnificent head up, And let out a mighty growl as loud as thunder. In my dreams I smelt, The wonderful whiff of grounded spices Being gently grinded with the grinding stone. In my dreams I heard, Crunchy fried poppadom, Cackling wickedly like witches, In their pan. In my dreams I tasted, Gooey mango chutney, As sweet as chocolate. In my dreams I felt, The skin of...
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