#WritcoPoemChallenge
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey.

Sometimes my efforts were vain,
Which gave me a sensation of pain,
Some people use me as a puppet,
Oh, when will I blow my victory trumpet?

People saw me as a toy,
And stole away all of my joy,
But few decided to help me,
But who knows, maybe out of pity.

But I never gave up helping and caring,
My friends thought I was quite daring,
Still my good days aren't here,
But I hope that they are near.

- Akshaya Mahadevan

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