Why Will Someone Remember Me..

By Shriddhi Singhal

Why will someone remember me

Who am I, if not a broken dream

A discarded advertisement cards between papers that carry the news

I'm a futile attempt at pottery,

A vase.. That just won't become a masterpiece

A canvas that just paints the brushes with brutal honesty

Am I a tragedy?

I'm the corner cafe that is nostalgic, forgotten with time. Merged into the walls and street.

Who will remember me...

What is my destiny.

Why will someone remember me

What am I if not a broken toy you discarded. Yet kept inside a box as memory.

I'm a donated shoe, someone left me, someone picked up.

I'm not a mere painting, I'm a whole art gallery

Stared at, but never bought.

I'm the lone portrait of mourn.

I'm beautiful, I'm yet forgotten easily, cause I'm too sweet and I merge in the sun as it sets and I rise with the moon.

I'm too easy to forget.

I am.... the utterly lost, unfinished raw poetry.

By Shriddhi Singhal