If in a flimsy condition is the fair.... In a dizzy death of prayer... There stays a beloved queen of hopes... Perishing the darky atmosphere... The remembrance of her... Made me delighted out of a day.... To engross her's mind... For relief..... For attempting non biasness Around.... trying to call the gentle queen to hug my ground.. To hug my ground.... After seeking her.... I really believe that she owes the tiara of my near ground.. Ohh,Of my dear ground
I was born on a summer’s eve In the mind of an ordinary man He was delighted by the thought of me And carefully around me designed a plan He decorated me with frills and fancy And chipped away all my rough sides In his brain I was next big thing To keep me safe he had to hide He nurtured me like I was a sapling And tweaked me slightly everyday And one day he decided that I was ready Ready to be put on display Proudly he carried me with him as we went To see a friend who would his luck change We bounded up the stairs to see him And landed in a room that looked oddly strange My owner kept his cool as he relayed Details about my shape and make Seeing the glint in the man’s eyes A wave of doubt off himself he did shake The man was delighted and seemed glad Rejoicing, excitedly they shook hands He asked him to come in a few days till then He told him, he would put me under a scan So off my owner went , entrusting me To the man who would change his life On reaching home he could barely contain His joy, his elation and delight A few days later, he went to see his friend The one who had me in his care He knew he would get a good price for me He knew his friend would be fair On his arrival his friend refused to see him He was told he was out of town My owner left feeling dejected till he saw Something that turned his dejection into a frown Posters of me had been put all over I was everywhere to be seen His friend had tricked him and stolen me And quietly fled the scene Who was I to call my owner? To whom did I really belong ? The person who had given birth to me Or the one that had sung me like a song? Disheartened that his ticket to a good life Had gone to a total waste Not only had he lost me, he had lost a friend Of the real world he’d finally had a taste In the next few days as I gathered momentum He went slowly into a depressed state Wondering all the while that to be a failure Was his destiny or his fate .