The Poem I Wrote

I wrote a poem for young world one day
I cheaked it and re cheaked it and sent it away

Every Saturday i woke up early full of hope
But not seeing my poem in print was hard to cope

A week and another and another week passed
In seeing if my poem was published at last

On the third week i lost the hope of seeing my poem in print
But on fourth it was in print, want to take a squint?

In front of you my poem lies
Which you are reading with your own two eyes!