Polybag
They call me poly.bag the folks out there
Polyethylene is what .I’m made of to resist wear and tear
Sharp objects within me they pack
As they my surface cannot hack
Heavy objects and light within me are safe
Stoically I bear all sorts of objects I never chafe
The year nineteen sixty five
Saw me in the markets in which I did thrive
Useful.am I for many an arduous task
My general well being none will ask
My merits remain unheard and unsung
Mý origin unknown to most as from where I sprung
They use me and then throw away
As I get battered and bruised all the way
A pitiable birth I have had
As everyonecl says that for the environment I am bad
Will some one recycle me and make me live
I am.hoping against hope that to me the world accolades will give
A poly bag that’s me
I also have yearnings please do see
Usha N Shrinivaasun
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