Poetry by Aadhya Banerjee (Poem 3)

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My Best Friend 

I wear my best friend on my eye !
When I cry, I keep him aside.
He is my most helpful friend.
I have to do a check up of him.
There are many colours, mine is red.
He helps me to see.
It becomes foggy sometimes.
Yup ! my glasses are my best friend.
I gave him a name - "Sissy" !
I love him so much.
Sometimes, I have to adjust him.
I can't live without him.
He helps me every time;
When I am tired, when I am happy.
He is neither a Teddy nor a boy,
He is my dear spectacles.


- Aadhya Banerjee 

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