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EMPTY FRAME
I am but an empty frame, With no picture inside. Languishing, unseen by all, I’m not anyone’s pride. There was a time when I, too, Was treasured and adorned. Now I lie in loneliness, Unattended, unmourned. Am I gloomy, am I sick? Am I out of my mind? No, but I’ve lost interest, This world I do rescind. I am now used to my fate, Sympathy, I don’t need. Visitors, please move ahead, Don’t pay me any heed. • Written in abcb rhyme, 7-6-7-6 syllabic format • Awarded Honorable Mention prize in the "Point of View Contest", "Invalid Item" M C Gupta 19 September 2008
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