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My brothers scooter

I was born in a royal family
being a mighty, bright Access,
whirring and zipping around fancily,
Now, all of that is an excess.

I am left dirty and muddy
Once a blue moon my owner cleans me
and I fret the way he treats me,
like a machine and not a buddy!

Till the last drop I fast, hungry
I'm not filled even after a long journey.
He doesn't bother, though Iím thirsty,
he leaves me in the outdoors rusty.

Rides on me you both enjoy!
and so do I your company!
If only your brother was like you my boy,
taking some time off to be there for me.

Sridhar Sashank
class 9
Bangalore

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