Precious Paper

I am a paper

White white white.

People use to write on me

With blue, black and green

And many more colours

Which they want.

I never trouble them.

Then why they trouble me?

Why don't they recycle me?

As you know they tear me

And waste me

Why they do this to me

To make mine aeroplanes

Of playing or what?

I am confused for not

Anything but only why

They do this to me?

I am a paper

White white white.

People use to write on me

With blue, black, green.

This is my motto

To make everyone a success

Write on me and be always

Free with me,

Consider me as your

Best friend in your life.