Old Rusty Box

Packed his Identity
In a rusty rectangular box
Ostracized on the roof
Of an old cupboard

Unburdened he
Dances on splashing solace
But the ‘self’ plaintively
In an eternal wait
To be touched and heared
©jeyforyou

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