Backpack
Backpack,
you hurt my shoulders,
and my back,
also my arms,
what would I do without you.
Backpack,
you carry all my books,
binders, and lunchboxes,
sometimes even my shoes,
what would I do without you.
Backpack,
you make me late to school,
trying to cram things into you,
you tear and rip,
what would I do without you.
Backpack,
you can make my life miserable,
but also gleeful,
what would I do,
without you.
Backpack,
you hurt my shoulders,
and my back,
also my arms,
what would I do without you.
Keshav Bhakta
Block-4