My pillow
When I was so small it was with me,
My mom gave it as my a friend,
I though as it is my bed
I was sleeping on it,
When I was growing up it was becoming so small,
At last it became up to my size of my head.

It became a bed for my head,
That time my mom said me that it is your pillow of my bed.

When my father brought a new bed for my room
I cried and fight for my old pillow

I don't know why I was crazy not able to leave it,
When my first girl friend rejected me
i cried on my pillow it got wet.

It was taking all my tears
I was feeling light by when it hear.

When my father was slapped me for getting less marks in examination
i am so sorry my pillow on you i discharged my frustration.

On my every birth day it was my first wisher,
It was with me when I was meet an accident in our school,

Only my pillow knew, all the region behind every tear of my eyes,
I am doing all my work and all my study and report this guy.