The Lost Piece

By Madduri Satya Tejeswar

I am a mannequin with a lost piece.

A piece, till no ends, I can adore.

It brings me pain, it brings me sorrow

And yet why is it that that I yearn for?

I remain still in the vacant dusk

All while contemplating the fear;

To reach the top of the peak without

Losing the love to what I hold dear.

I see through the window the cheery masks

Thinking am I to blame

For the fire that I took pride in

To have become so utterly tame

I see the land showered with yellow

And yet so very blue

All while the mind cramps to revive,

There should be something I can do

And so I continue to ponder

While the needles continue to prick

I find myself helpless

As something in me starts to click

I am a mannequin with a lost piece

As it dawns I realize that the rest is obsolete

It isn't a question of happiness or pain

But rather, does it make me complete

I look up to the cold night sky knowing the answer

The mind fatigued and worn

But I lay and close my eyes with a faint smile

a new star is born.

By Madduri Satya Tejeswar