Playing the piano
When I first got you,
I was overwhelmed with joy.
Now you are just standing there,
Collecting dust like a toy.
One day I walk up to you,
And pull out your covers.
Realising you were part of my life,
That we were stuck to each other like lovers.
That day, I switch you on
And your eyes flicker open.
With one touch, you make a loud noise,
And I see you come back to life.
A few little notes of yours,
Is like you sing me a song.
My eyes close and my tears roll down;
That I left you untouched for so long
Now that I have you back,
I will never leave you alone.
Never will those dusty covers
Be your true home.
By Niranjana Arun, Grade 6A
Ekya School, JP Nagar
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