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Me the
canvas... you the artist
Coloured me the way you wanted.
Me the
log of wood... you the sculptor
Chiseled me to a shape you desired.
Me the pen... you the writer
Scripted my destiny and future.
Me the
vegetable... you the chef
Minced me, roasted me... to suit your palette.
Me the ball... you the player
Kicked me into any convenient corner.
Me the malleable clay... you the potter
Thought you could keep playing with me forever.
Me in coma... you the doctor
Try you did... but could not retrieve 'her'.
'She' died... 'I' revived!!
You the failure... I the survivor.
No more smart husband... no more dumb wife
Now I've regained hold over my life.
If you want me dear man
Then accept me just as I am....
~Teardrop~
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