It’s weird how things lose it’s existence with time….
Promises moulded into words
Words polished to uncertainties
And uncertainties painted with lies
Made a Toy embellished with life.
Jiggled and wiggled for the sound of entertainment
Swirled around to see it flying and fall down
Every Hit on the hard floor made them playfully scream
On the verge of rupture, it still shone
Time snatched the spirit of sustenance
Outgrown the means of amusement
Sheltering in the long forgotten smutted corners
A toy wounded for happiness, lost its existence.