Alarm Clock - Poem by Hiya Kabir
The alarm clock cannot defend itself.
Therefore, no one should hit it.
Not even a grumpy elf.
Alarm clocks have minds of their own.
They feel, stare, learn, and care,
Even if they are made of foam.
A single mistake will make it ring,
Tearing of our ears with the sound.
No, it doesn’t mean we can stop the ding.
There is no need to hurt the precious one.
Oh, dear old Alarm Clock.
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