Kaleidoscope

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Kaleidoscope

Filled with colours, shattered mass
I've now become a broken glass
This wonder is called a waste
Am I yet left with any taste?
To an end, I was stuck
But someone turned my luck
From trash to table, I was kept for long
Nervous nerves, what's going on?
Then in a paper rolled, I was arranged
Confused me found it strange
How could a dead have soul?
But I was of that roll
Staring me got them stuck
Cold me, was I a yuck?
But no, a miracle made by brain
Kaleidoscope! A new birth I gain.

-Prachi

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