I am a brush Born to clean To stay with you forever Is my dream When I get old You throw me away In a dustbin Or near a street alley Children love me when I am new But when I turn old People take me away from you Art and craft Has given me a rebirth For painting You always need me Yes a toothbrush I am a non living thing A simple toothbrush When I get old Please don't throw Me first The story of a tooth brush. Trying to express the words of a brush on form of poetry. Brush which we use daily ,when they are old we throw them just like garbage. Let's change it. This idea is suggested By the poetess MS Trisha Sinha . Comment \ collab with us your best tooth brush memories.
