Pencil poem

Pencil
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My daughter,
Little dear daughter,
Lights a pencil
With a sharpner.

The sky of the white paper
Begins to be filled with light.
The black bird flying away with the tree;
Glasses on the eyes of the peacock;
The fire-chariot flying in the air;
The airplane walking on the road;

The lion having a conversation with the cow;
A one-eyed sun on the black tree
With a patch of cloud over it;
A blue fish flying on the forehead of the cloud;
The yellow butterfly swimming in the waterfall.

My darling daughter,
In her ecstasy,
Is busy drawing
Strange pictures.

But when the schoolmaster
Gives her homework,
My darling doll
Breaks the tip of the pencil
In anger,
And the candle of the pencil
Is extinguished.
Only the smoke remains
On the sky of the white paper.
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Jayant Parmar