Backpack

Backpack

Backpack,

you hurt my shoulders,

and my back,

also my arms,

 what would I do without you.

Backpack,

you carry all my books,

binders, and lunchboxes,

sometimes even my shoes,

what would I do without you.

Backpack,

you make me late to school,

trying to cram things into you,

you tear and rip,

 what would I do without you.

Backpack,

you can make my life miserable,

but also gleeful,

what would I do,

without you.

Backpack,

you hurt my shoulders,

and my back,

also my arms,

 what would I do without you.

Keshav Bhakta 

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