My Story Poem by Josey Tom

It was a Notebook...
Neatly bound, crisp and antiseptic
Parents took him to the Church
The nuns kissed him and the priests blessed him
Then, the Notebook was taken to the School.
The Science teacher ignored it,
The English teacher drew a star and a smiley on it
But the Mathematics teacher threw it in the Dustbin;
the Dustbin of Fools.
Because the Notebook could never find ‘x'
He was always after ‘y'

Wind carried the Notebook to River Bang.
In River Bang,
Alcohol flowed,
Weeds grew and
Flesh was fished.
Our Notebook chose to stay with Padma
So he wasn't submerged.
People of Padma pasted a golden sticker on the Notebook for his persistence.
Meanwhile Notebook was smitten by a ‘Notibook'
But she disliked his cover, so rejected him

Nevertheless, the Notebook swam,
Swam and reached the ocean;
The Ocean of Del.
Initially it was fun
The Notebook jumped with the dolphins,
Swam with the whales and
Played hide and seek with the sharks.
But…as time passed on,
Our notebook,
Crushed by the waves,
Greased by the oil spillage in the Ocean,
Became dirty.
He was turned into a pulp.

No matter what the binding,
A paper is destined to be a pulp.

His Parents came in search for the Notebook.
But they could find only the pulp.
They said to each other, with a sigh,
'After all, it was a ‘pulp fiction'