I'm a pretty big pencil
And when the smaller pencils talk about me
I become dull
When I get dull I become depressed
I shave off some layers to get smaller
They still pick
I shave some more
I shave and shave until I'm smaller than them
I wish I was bigger but I can't be so I shave more
Now I am so small no one can see me
I am alone

When I was born.  
I was sharp and long.
Would communicate so well.
So smooth was my Journey.
across the pages so lovely.  
As time passed by
I became slow  and blunt.
Life was treating me unfair.
The pages would also tear.
Then came in the Sharpner
and Sharpened me again.

Celestial universe is my class
In the mystic school of Lord
Deep Earth is my book of grass
And rushing clouds are my board

The sun is my faithful eraser
All people are my sharpner
Days are heavy lessons on glazer
And I wish to graduate with honor

∴ Lyna Salman