Dear Ramon,
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.
Encrypted Souls 
Wonderful write, Snigdha.
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Thanks a lot Amitav
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Welcome, Snigdha. 🙂
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Nice poem and well done. Love the last two lines. Be well
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Thanks so much. glad you liked it 🙂
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Beautifully written! Carries such great truth and I love the way you allow us to relive the story of the toy. Delightful!
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It feels great to know that so many people can relate to what i write. Thanks for your beautiful comment, made me smile!
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You’re welcome =)
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