Dedicated to IqbalKaur9
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I am 'paper'. This is my lifestory.
After my parents- the grown trees fell,
I bore the wrath of crushers,
Running through the heated rollers,
Got squeezed and compressed,
To become finally processed.
After everything, my fate depends on the tiny strokes of ink written on me.
My life is surely unfair!
YOU ARE READING
MICROTALES 2 | ✔
Short Story#2 in short story on 20th July, 2017 Short in words, not in depths...
