I am a chair in class 1 in a prestigious school . I watch every day with joy small children come to the class and play. They once used to sit on me. Now I am broken and hence lie in a corner ignored. Watching the children gives me a little solace from my sad life story. Once  I too was a living tree, which was green and lively. Birds used to floc on my long arms and their chirping would excite me, endlessly.But man cut me down mercilessly, into pieces for his own convenience and here I am weeping an wailing each minute about the happy life I once had. They hardly seem to remember I have given their life for them without having any say in my fate.
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