BLESSING -- AN ERASER

It has a fixed shape
Till it is not exposed
Once we start to work
We commit mistake
Cause we are human.

There comes its use
We need it to bury them
And restart an error free work.
With due course of time
It looses its longevity
But never compromise with its duty

It makes it own face dirty
But cleans the way it goes.
Whatever pain may come due to friction
It works with same vigor
And same height of determination

No problem can surpass it,
When its work is in progress.
It is very loyal.
In the battlefield, it moves with high pace
Cause it knows finally it will win the race.

Comes numerous difficulties its path
Still it moves on and on
And now it solved all the mistakes
And reshaped life with a smooth path.

Now success is achieved
All because of its effort
But we human owes it to our effort
Forgetting its contribution in giving us its support.

Living with a fake reputation
Knowing its all for its contribution
It is immortal and makes all its work praise worthy
But we are selfish and make our soul unhealthy

At least now you wake up
And apply your upper stuff
Could you get what it is???
The blessing of our parents, teachers and elders
Which works like an Eraser…