At times
you feel..
Let me
be a worn- out,
half broken, lying alone
cog
in a corner
to be tossed out
by hustle bustle ragamuffin
in a
careless play.
Let me
be broken egg shells
gathered amidst
gathering clouds
for
a warming nestle;
be dripping
drops while
wringing clothes, part of
my drudgery, ridiculous
for others, let
me don
the robe
of all my jejune,
crushed feelings wailing
in a corner
for reasons many.
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