A Toy Story

for SUNDAY SCRIBBLING

Here I am sitting,
At a corner of a room.
Unwanted, broken,
Missing the days
I spent with her.

I remember it clearly,
One fated sunny day,
I was brought home.

Back then I was loved,
Back then she cared,
Back then I was happy,
I have found my home.

I miss the times
She played with me.
How she hugged me,
And brought me with her to sleep.

Now it has changed,
She’s finished with me.
I was left alone,
No longer was I loved.

So here I am sitting,
At a corner of a room.
Unwanted, broken,
Forgotten all together.