I am a pencil

I am a pencil
A black and red one,
I like to be sharpened,
Listen, everyone.

Once I was lost,
In a very dark drawer,
My mistress was looking,
In each and every corner.

I was feeling nervous,
If things worsened,
I would not be found,
On any matter of ground.

Suddenly, I heard a sound,
And I saw the drawer open,
My mistress quickly
grabbed me,
For she thought I was lost
forever.

Anam Ashfaq (8 years)
Ladies College