Athul KrishnaA

Rookie (17th august 1997 / Kottayam, Kerala)

49 Bag - Poem by Athul KrishnaA

I am very wise
Carrying books all day long
I am a greedy though
Always having a lunch box
and a water-bottle
and a snacks box with me.
My master sometimes
with his friends
Kick me
Often taking me by surprise
And giving me a
Back-ache for days
All this I suffer because
I am kind of a slave
As I am his only
School-bag! ! ! ! !

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Comments about 49 Bag by Athul KrishnaA

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (5/7/2008 9:31:00 PM)

    What a cute poem. Love the way you've personalized such an 'ordinary' but important part of a schoolboy's life. A slave indeed... love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 5, 2008



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