The Eraser

I write and write the question

And then I erase it out

How much time have I tried?

But I cannot draw the snout

The little piggy is unfinished

White as snow

Its greedy eyes staring at me

And the pencil I throw

I look at the rubber

How it’s grown small

Remembering the time

When it stood tall

I stand up and turn on the TV

Moving away from the table

Looking once to see my poor eraser

Then back to the cable

My eyes begin to shut

And dream of a pencil and pacer

And wild accusation from a corner

Coming from my eraser

“You have killed me” it says

With a face as bad as night

Then it cries again

With all its might

I begin to say sorry

Looking at my blue shirt

Thinking of my wrong

And promise not to give it hurt

By Arjun