A paper made from wood
It was to be used sooner or later
Kept in a bundle in a shop
With it’s million friends all eager
Then someone came
And bought the bundle
It was so eager to be used
It couldn’t control its hunger
With its million friends it was kept in a drawer
It was somewhere in between the bundle
It would be long for its turn to come
It had to wait so much more
Days passed, then months did
The upper papers got their chances
What would have happened with them
It wondered and wondered until it was it’s own turn then
It was taken out by a child
Kept on a table
On it, the child was making something
It was getting tickled
When the tickling stopped,
It saw there were colors painted on it
Maybe the drawing was considered inappropriate,
Not so good
It had expected itself
To be a painting worth billions,
Well, it was crushed,
And thrown in the dustbin
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Radha is 10 years old and she is recently started writing poems. 3 of her following poems have already been published on WordPress.
My Shadow My Companion – by Radha
Walking in the Woods – by Radha
Please encourage her!