The teddy pair lies in the sun,
They scooped the dirt out
And abandoned them here.
Once hugged in the sweetest *****
Fondled by the cutest little hands
Taken to bed for happy dreams,
They seemed inseparables
And not just stuffed toys.
Made as inanimate,
By the magic touch of love,
They turned humans,
Yearning for love, company,
growing hearts in them.
Then as happens to all,
Their fluffs wore out
Colors faded
They were no more attractive.
Stale outdated outcast
To be thrown away out of sight.
As I passed by the garbage vat
For a moment it seemed
Their eyes were moist
With the pain of betrayal.
I prayed,
‘before they turn to cinder,
let them be picked up
by shabby little hands
of some child of lesser god
and given back the love they lost’.
I hope it will be answered.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
The teddy pair lies in the sun,
They scooped the dirt out
And abandoned them here.
Once hugged in the sweetest *****
Fondled by the cutest little hands
Taken to bed for happy dreams,
They seemed inseparables
And not just stuffed toys.
Made as inanimate,
By the magic touch of love,
They turned humans,
Yearning for love, company,
growing hearts in them.
Then as happens to all,
Their fluffs wore out
Colors faded
They were no more attractive.
Stale outdated outcast
To be thrown away out of sight.
As I passed by the garbage vat
For a moment it seemed
Their eyes were moist
With the pain of betrayal.
I prayed,
‘before they turn to cinder,
let them be picked up
by shabby little hands
of some child of lesser god
and given back the love they lost’.
I hope it will be answered.
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