My desk is a stadium,
My paper a stage,
My twirling pencil,
Dances in a rage.
Where ever it goes,
A dark streak follows,
The lines flow,
The eraser in sorrow,
From one end to another,
The paper no more blank,
The words march in order,
Never breaking rank.
My desk is a stadium,
My paper a stage,
My twirling pencil,
Dances in a a rage.
Yash menon 