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Pen And Paper
Pen And Paper
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Ouch, it hurts
When you are scribbled on me
By the hands in anger.
Simultaneously, it hurts me
When my back is bitten in hunger
And I am thrown away in anger.
What kind of pain,
Do you sustain?
My pages are torn up
And I am torn into parts
Left aghast !!!!
You can't even imagine
How harshly and horribly
My neck is held tight
To write.
How much it pains
When again and again
I am rumpled, causing wrinkles.
In a blink,
My every molecule shrinks.
Oh.... !!! says the pen
"I understand you, my friend".
How inflictive are these humans...
Causing pain to a great extent.
This poem is to show the aggressiveness of humans. In anger, they hurt everyone and everything and even themselves. So one must try to control anger.
