Paper Gripper Poem by Sumit Ganguly

How beautiful curves you have, o dame,
this is how a machine can shape us all.
When you stay upright
I find a sober nun face to face.
Like deep love, you are prompt to unite
and hold your subjects, tight.
With a worldwide nationality
you have a distinction of having free entity.
Association of humans make you gain age
and lose hold of your usefulness.
There are many gems in your basket,
still, you are a cheap item of any market.
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