The Paper
The paper says,
'I am very tired.'
People scribble, draw and write on me.
Ouch! It hurts a lot,
They write on me with the sharpened pencil,
sometimes also with a pen.
Sometimes they tear and cut me
and throw me in the dustbin.
Yew! What a smell in there.
By:- Linny Maria Benny
The paper says,
'I am very tired.'
People scribble, draw and write on me.
Ouch! It hurts a lot,
They write on me with the sharpened pencil,
sometimes also with a pen.
Sometimes they tear and cut me
and throw me in the dustbin.
Yew! What a smell in there.
By:- Linny Maria Benny
Nice poem poetess
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