Haven’t seen those friends in ages!
Bereaved in the neglected corner of disposition,
Lying sleepless but calm and still
That made me the person, I stood.
Never complained for the jagged dent I made.
Never complained of the silvery fish that gnawed its tale.
Those yellowing pages turned tattered
Never will I repay those.
Never will I find such true friends!!
Forayed and incarcerated by me.
Festering in the calumnious callosity .
Festooned by the silhouette of dirt.
Fagging and waiting to crumble
Finding again for its vivacious place.
Nudging that now it belong to someone else.
To a deprived child that can take care,
Who can engross its true essence
This is how I can return
To its true ineffable place.
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