Pawan Singh - Principal's Chair

When I came to my place,
The principal did not gave me any grace.
When she sat on me,
I got pain in knee.
When I recovered from pain,
I tried to flee but all in vain.
A word was stuck to my mind,
That she was not very kind.
But now I understand,
It was my work to stand.
I have four wheels to walk,
But have no mate to talk.
Sometimes when I try to give a good cry,
I realise that I am a silly chair made up of plastic and ply.

Pawan Singh

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