Feelings of a pencil

Written by: VANI ASHOK

  I am a pencil

  i have somany names

  but  actually

  i have no name

  everyone call me

  HB or Camel

  i want to be a tall one

  but all make me short

  i will became

  short and short

  at last; i will die

  insted of me
  they will put; another pencil

  all children use me 

  all need me

  but; when i die

 nobody will remember me.