I grow and grow with aims.
but everyone uses me for games...
Peoples say oh! good good air..
but carpenters say wood wood for chair..
I have lots of wishes to fulfill..
but i die without seeing my pupil..
but i die without seeing my pupil..
To you i bend and blow..
And plead with a voice so low..
Please don't kill maybe turning me to coal.
I'll grow till old till i reach my goal....!!!
Submitted by
Ruchi Roy