Waste Paper Poem by Raghurama Raju

WASTE PAPER
See! How a careless hand ruins my life!
It tears me in the corner,
While ripping the bundle!
Unfit for use
I'm thrown aside!
I suffer silently,
For no fault of mine!

Another man in the place wanders
In search of a waste paper
And finds me at last!
He takes me into his hands,
Smooths my surface,
And scribbles something!
He revises it again and again
Until the matter appeals to him!
Then he folds me,
Crumples me,
Rolls me into a ball
And hurls me into a dust-bin!
I scream with boundless joy!
I learn he is a poet!