You can play with me
Until you get sick of me.
You can break me,
If that’s what you want.
I won’t let out a rasp.
When I’m no longer useful
You would secretly throw
me away.
I can’t take one step out
Of your world anyways.
My silent lips already wrote
Several letters to you
Singh is studying in grade 10 at DAV school.
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