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I am that unlucky book
left open in the pool
Not one man to read me
and thousands to look

They turn the pages
and look at the pictures
As though left there to be fluttered
To be unfolded further...
To be felt for the texture
If at all the one who left me, had read a page
Just for once he would know how much of me was fiction

So you left me alas
leaving me alone in the dirty storm
No hands to rescue
No body to firm
Yet I stand broken n ditched
My filth and me waiting to falter

Shringi
28 march 2008