Poem- I am Knife!!
I am Knife!! Hi, I am Knife! Humans uses me to chop so many things. Some uses me to chop fruits and vegetables. Some take me to mountains and plateaus to chop woods, ropes, many things. I am not handed over to children which makes me sad, but at their birthdays, children use me to cut cake. I love my job. But sometimes some humans use me to cut their wrist. I don’t like that; I don’t want to be something that is used to cut a life. So, please humans, Let me love my job, don’t cut your wrist. I don’t want to be wrapped in blood. I want to be used in good way. -Vidhi Thakor