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Oct 2018
Hi! Its me the Stairs,
About which no one cares;
It was me who would get you up,
and had never differentiated
was it you or Mr Trump;


Each and everybody placed a foot on my face,
Remember it was Humayun (Mughal Ruler)
who died falling from the staircase;
I may sound a little odd,
Please don't walk over me in a trod;


Sometimes straight, Sometimes round,
Some climb gently while other with a bound;
I may not be the perfect place to sleep,
Well, I'm the perfect place to think deep;


I have this friend of mine,
Whom I can not talk because I'm confined;
He only goes up and down,
And He works like a clown;


Everybody hates me when they start,
But they don't realise what benefits they got.
*Humayun:-https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humayun
Aashutosh Shahi
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Aashutosh Shahi  16/M/India
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