Am I Sharp Yet? - Poem by M.A.K. Pathan
I saw him coming up to me,
He took me up and washed me.
Twisted me a little; then he tested me,
I became hot and then he used me.
He thrashed me when my hands got stuck,
He pushed me aside and cursed his bad luck.
His partner took me up and looked at me,
He checked my sharpness and then he used me.
For whole day, both of them kept using,
For me it was abusive but for them, amusing,
At midnight also, I am with this barbers,
What else can I do, I am just a pair of scissors.
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