Ignored

                   A poem about being ignored. At times, maybe we all feel that we all were ignored...

                

In the end,

I was the one to be ignored!

Stories have to bend,

But I was the one to be bored.

Life was good,

I was part of your fun,

Today like the ignored wood,

You triggered me, pointing same old gun.

Still, I promise to be nice,

Because I still have time to spend.

I can’t be the cunning mice,

Selfish, because I may need you dear friend!

Okay, I can celebrate on my own,

Laugh, enjoy and dance with joy.

Yeah, I know I do wear the throne,

And I know I am different toy!

But still I had to expect,

Welcoming smile, invitations and call.

As I thought you’d respect,

The formalities in my fall.

Yeah, I can celebrate on my own,

Cut cake, blast balloon with sparkles in my face,

After all, I have different muscle and different bone.

And, I do have a different pace!

But, feels bad to know,

How things change, how people change.

Anyway, I promise to show,

My head distinct from that distant range!

But, in the end,

I was the one to be ignored,

Now be alert, I promise not to lend,

My arms, in the days when you get bored!

 

Published in Summer Issue of Saathi, literary magazine 2014-15

Photo: Blogger's collection, captured in Kochi, India 2014.