Yet edgy a square

One morning

I woke up

And found I was shaped square 

My edges were, yet,

Sharp and rough

-because my creator

Had left me so.

When asked:

“Do you feel grumpy?”

I answered –

Lit up by a warm light-

“I will adjust”

And then, my edges became softer-

Till it would have felt nice

To swipe your finger

Down the line.

…I will adjust.