Piece of paper

Today when I was working in the lab, I jotted down few things on a piece of paper and after that I threw it in the dustbin. Then I realized our life is quite similar to this piece of paper. Not always but sometimes people do the same thing with us, use it when they need and after that they forget everything and prefer to behave as a stranger. For all my friends, I am trying to reform the feelings those have gone through this all alone.

Am I just a piece of paper?

That everyone can use and throw at last,

Don't know maybe nothing more to anyone,

Even not in their minds so I can last,

Then why are they using me,

Their future is not mine, so they don’t suppose to cast

 

It’s not my fault ever,

If they are wrong somewhere,

Even I am always available for them,

Though they haven’t cared,

I haven’t left them, but they did,

Even then everything of mine, I have shared,

Then why things are biased,

Why they always have an opportunity to define my fate?

I seconded their thoughts to have them their fate,

But in return I didn’t get anything,

Except negligence, loneliness, I just got this,

I have served them altruistically and was never late,

Then still I am considered as part of scrap,

Why am I not a part of their memory,

Why they have but I don’t have a story,

It’s just not a case with me my dear,

Just take a tour of this world,

You will hear different stories like me,

It’s sad but in most cases our fate is defined by someone else,

And we think that we can’t do anything,

But why, we can revolt, and that only make sense.