Am that stone on the barren ground
Whose use, is but to bring down an innocent bird.
Am that dried up leaf that just fell off from a tree.
With all my photosynthetic skills long forgotten,
All that’s left of me is the scorching sun to end me.
Am that wind that blew, blows and will still blow
In all directions yet still be ignored by many.
Am that silent voice deep down your subconscious mind
That always cry out loud to your obnoxious personality
Yet all in vain, for my cries are carried far away by wind
Am that ball point pen that has never given up on you
Even when it’s antecedent the word document crushes on you.
But it’s funny how you always forget me in favor of it
All because of one simple crash that can hardly be comprehended
It seems u prefer a simple crash over a long term pen book relationship
Am that eye lash that calls for you attention every morning
And by falling into you eye, I always remind you of how sight is important
But it seems that you always take me for granted
You despise me and present me to whole world as unwanted
Yet if I were to be totally forgotten, the grading system along the lines
Of your beauty would have to be based on the laws of a parallel universe.
And lastly am that poet whose poetry does not conform to the Standards
Of what good poetry is or was conventionally supposed to.
So Mr and Mrs Critic please don’t waste your time
Coz you’re most likely to be disappointed
I am that I am not and that’s what I won’t be.
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