Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Marble in a Bottle

I'm that glass marble
You loved to play with
Kept me polished you did
And loved me true!
I took all those knocks
When you played
Fierce and focussed
With nary a thought
But the win!
Kicked in dirt,
Slammed, and shot
Still, the shine stayed on
Still, I played
Rather, you played me...
You soft caress
Almost unthinkingly teasing
A careless toss
Jingling and tingling
Oh! How I lived for it!
Till today, when, yet again
You played me.
I stayed true
But the shot was off
And a sliver was lost...
As was the game!
Still I stayed
Because you just
Couldn't leave
Who knew, would another
Play me?
Scarred, am I?
Inviolate, I thought.
It would seem, so did you.
And so I'm kept safe
Rattling around
Looking on, yearning ever
Looking at you
Playing prettier ones...
Too bad, the bottle was made of glass. 

7 May, 2013
Online. I meant to write something else. Funny how you never get to choose  :D

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