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I am a forgotten chapter in many a book.
For them, the passage and the pages
now, do not make any sense.
Their story at one time needed me the most,
then it took a turn and tossed me away,
like an erroneous scribble.
At other times, I sense that,
I am like an intentionally left blank page,
serving only one purpose; filling-in.
How I wish,
they can go over that chapter once again,
to figure out the way the story moved along,
lighting up many thoughts with every passage.
How I wish,
they could use those blank sheets,
to sketch, pause, and reflect,
as they hold on that story,
A story, where I once belonged,
not so long ago,
not any more.
May be there will come a time,
when they flip through those pages
once again, as the seasons fade,
and they read the passage only to seek solace.
Alas, if only time could hold on
to that same essence once lost.
if only the passage could bring back memories from the past.
if only the pages could echo the story they once guarded so dear to heart.
Not any more.
Sadly, not any more.
I am now lost in the sands of time,
like that chapter you forgot,
like a word unsaid,
a friendship lost,
forever and ever.
© Meena Arvind 2016.