Person,

Could you tell me something.
How do you feel when you penned my name on that paper?

Person,

May I please ask?

Why can't you treat me the same way you treat your masterpieces?

- So Gentle - So Careful - So Preciously Treasured -

Person,

I am sure I do not mean much to you.

I do not think you will grip me tight like the pen you hold.

Just when you give me signs of hope...

Just when I thought you were filling me with love...

You walked away, leaving me behind.

Like an art piece left hanging in an abandoned cottage.

A poem I found...by Amin.

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