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Sharpening Pencil

a poem by Sharad Rajimwale

I cut my finger while sharpening
the pencil

I must sharpen it.
They sharpen their daggers and swords
to spill unknown blood.

But we need pencils sharpened
to save life.

I cut my finger.

A drop of blood oozed out
on the white paper
slowly filling it with its own legend.