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Published On: December 6, 2017 09:08 AM NPT By: ADISH KARKI



Yesterday I bought a new pencil
It requested me, “I don’t want to be killed"
I kept my sharpener aside
And my pencil started to narrate its story with tears' tide.

“Small branch I was
So weak with the absence of eye
One day I felt an instant pain
In forlorn I remained with nothing to gain

Someone detached me from my family
Blind I was but the next spell found me in a different tally

I felt my weaker crease going off
And a machine gulped me; to escape from there was very tough

I was pulled out with the same hand
Same as that which had detached me from my band

Around me I suddenly felt brightness and lights

New look I got with written on me 'Kites'
Another hand caught me and kept me in a group

12 of us got supplied to a shop as a troop
Giants (Humans) came and demolished every one of my dudes
And finally you came and bought me along with different goods."

As I finished hearing I started regretting about our deeds

We exterminate trees to accomplish our egoistic needs
And here's my cautioning: please do accept-
"Amparar* trees or in future nothing's going to be left."

(Amparar* is a Spanish word that means protect) 
Adish is a Grade X student at Sathya Sai Shiksha Sadan, Tokha. 

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