The Eraser Everyone Loved, a poem By: Sachi Dixit

 The Eraser Everyone Loved

By: Sachi Dixit

It started as just an eraser, small and plain,

Sitting in my pencil case, quiet and tame.

But somehow, it became ours, a tiny crown,

Passed from hand to hand whenever friends were around.

It knew our jokes, the scribbles we made,

Held secrets of homework we half-finished in the dark

Everyone wanted it, begged for a turn,

A little piece of joy that made hearts burn.

I remember the day it slipped from my grip,

Fell somewhere unseen, like a ghost on a trip.

And suddenly the desk felt emptier,

The corners of my notes a little drearier.

A tiny token of friendship, bright and small,

And somehow, losing it made it everything.