By: Parnika Garg
I am not your wine bottle
That you drink and throw me away.
I am neither the fragrance of your perfume,
That lasts for a few days.
I am not a toy to play,
When you are lonely.
I am neither a showpiece to be displayed
And thrown away when old and dusky.
I am not that bud of your garden,
Which is plucked away even before its blossom.
I am neither that cranky dry leaf,
That comes under people’s feet.
I am rather the dust of the moon,
With starts exploding in my vein!
I am the spark of the Sun in the daylight,
Who isn’t blinded by your love tights!
In case you still want to approach me,
Learn my rules
And EARN ME!
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