Rubber Dogma

In the dark midnight, 

I saw candlelight,

And a scraping noise

I was puzzled, 

Puzzled till the morning.

I woke up, 

To know the reality

Found the oozing of liquids

From the rubber trees

To the tiny little containers like Cocunut shells.

The process in it,

The pain in it,

The smell in it,

Makes it a perfect eraser.

Showing us how to erase,

To wipe out the pain

Of others.