Hey there! I am a lonely trunk
Who has nothing left
And whom everyone left.
As the time flew
And the greed grew
I was cut within half
And was left alone to grief
Atleast someone had relief
Upon sheding my skin
But was it my fault?
All I did was help them for what they wanted
In the end who knew
It’s not help that the need
And with time their greed will increase
My other half must be a chair on which they sit
Or a bed in the night to sleep
Or an almirah to hide their greed
But as I sit alone and wonder
I grief for what once was a part of me
Because it made people admire me
Now all they do is exist beside me
Ignoring me as if I wasn’t the one
Who helped them once
As I pondered over my loneliness and once what was mine
I saw an old man find solace upon seeing me
Atleast someone was happy to find me
Atleast I was of some use And that’s when solidity became my muse
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