I am long and good enough
To illuminate a room
No one looks at me when the sun is out
But as evening approaches all switch
The buttons and I sparkle throwing light
In all nook and corners of the room
I am indispensable all know it
When I am old and don’t work
I am thrown out and a new
One takes my place
All forget the work I have done
But still I have no ill feelings.
I am just born to serve
From the time I was invented
I did the same job without a change
Am i not like human beings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm...As the necessity expires, so do we. Just like a used tissue paper.