A brat
bought me with love
wore me with ample pride
I protected his tender feet
from thorns.
our fond
friendship grew fast
each journey was lovely
together we traversed those miles
of thrill.
now I
sit alone here
he has at least ten pairs
colorful and brighter than me –
new charms.
my plight:
dumped in the yard
glum, I stare at the stars
and presume my uselessness
adrift.
till this –
urchin picks up
takes me to his abode,
gives a perfect shine and wears me
with joy.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for a weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which asks for any syllabic form based on the theme prompt. This week’s theme is “Useful.”
This poem is a Crown Cinquain, five stanzas, each with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.
Thanks for the inspiration Colleen.
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