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Hello HPians,
I'm again here with my Brother's Poem,
Hope u all will appreciate this one too...
THE BOY WHO LIVED
The black haired and green eyed
At one, whose parents died,
From then he lived with the Dursleys
Who never kept him at ease.
His life with the darkest wizard was always linked
With the lightning scar, he was The Boy Who Lived.
At eleven, he entered a new world of fame
Where so many friends in his life came,
Within this course lots of troubles he met
And so, he fought them with bravery unlimited.
There were times he was nearly dying
The youngest seeker was marvelously good at flying.
Not common ones, many extra-ordinary things he did
So people never stopped talking about The Boy Who Lived.
At fourteen, he saw his worst enemy rise again
But he did not let his nerves drain,
Then he lost the ones he adored most
He also had to save the world at any cost.
At seventeen, the final battle arrived but he could not be killed
So, the chosen one ever remained The Boy Who Lived.
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