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A witty poem by Soumya with an insight into human nature, exclusively for Different Truths.
2B or not 2B That is the question. Or maybe 2HB? Difficult decision I was an Apsara Dancing on white sheets Sometimes a Nataraj In black and red beads Perhaps a Kohinoor Shining yellow hues Or Parimal chetty In saffron and blues Sometimes I had an eraser Stuck to my back To rub out your mistakes Alas, life doesn’t have that! I used to draw your cartoons And do some homework too Used in battles as a weapon Or as something to chew I sent your little messages To the girl in the first row And played knots and crosses With your back bench bro But you fickle fellow You abandoned me Pen is your new favourite And I’m forgotten, see You only need me nowadays To draw your sweethearts face But what to do, I accept It’s the way of your human race.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
