(This poem was inspired by KPJ’s ‘Abandoned’)
Inside the waste bin, I look around.
This crumpled piece of paper
Tries to imitate me like a ball.
This ant that scrambles over me
Tickles; he thinks he is
On top of the world!
Licking the wrapper of a toffee,
I muse over the places I've been-
Rather, the places I could've been to
If it were not for the Thread, and the Hand
That had held me, pulled me back.
One day, the bin would be emptied
Into the Great Heap of Waste -
A boy from the slums would find me, I'm sure!
Happy, I am, inside this cosy bin
Waiting for the happiness awaiting me!
********* Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 01.02.2011