Leave it, it’s a PENCIL anyway

I pottered about, I foraged about,

Hither and thither, back and forth I roam,

In my bag I rummaged alike the term

Organization did not exist in.

I recalled that I lent it to a friend,

When I queried her about my pencil,

To my surprise, clueless she was herself.

We sought for it all over; in class and school study,

But miserably failed; later even got scolded by teacher.

Though in school I was present, however

Mentally absent; couldn’t concentrate.

My whole day went mourning my futile whacks.

Tardily when she showed up, I remarked

‘Leave it, it’s a PENCIL anyways.’