That rectangular orange box;
With additions of yellow n black design on top,
I've long forgotten it,
And have almost ceased to use.
The lovely compass and divider,
Two set squares arranged one on top of other,
Large one at bottom and small on top,
And one wonderful instrument called protractor;
Better known as potractor :)
And a scale I had lost long ago.
An empty place where the cutter was,
And a rarely used white rubber!
A blue pen with empty refill,
And a lancet ment for biology lab.
ANd two coins of 25 paise.
Oh Instrument box
After all those years of silent admiration,
Now I can't help saying,
How lovely you are!
Two boxes I always took to school,
My 'pink' box and you.
Then where did I leave you behind?
On my way from simple geometries to complex calculus?
What remains of the years, is you.
And some memories.
nice poem...brings back memories
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ReplyDeleteIt was actually written in Malayalam. I think it is much better than this. :)
ReplyDeleteEg) LALITHA JYAMITHIKALUDE LOKAM
SNKEERNATHAKALUDE CALCULUSILEKK
VAZHIMARIYAPPOL BAAKKIYAYATH
ORU COMPASSUM KURE ORMAKALUM MATHRAM.... :)
sANKEERNATHAKALUDE
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