If I shut off my phone
No one would notice that I'm gone

Even as I linger in their presence
To them I'm an existing nuisance

The ones who would cherish my being
No longer breathe alongwith my feelings

What am I here for? There's no answer
I can't seem to make peace with the Creator

Whoever it is out there that breathed me to life
It's evident You have abandoned me alone to strive

The rising sun and the moon don't comfort me
I should be grateful of just being alive you see

A hollow carcass dragging my hope in the dust
Fearful of the air in my lungs should dry and rust

My appearance they recoil in disgust and have fled
I have lost many whom I bequeathed my trust which is dead

Are there any like me out there?
Anyone, who will take a few seconds to help in care?

In the exhaustive list of names of the downtrodden
I am nestled among them, the suffering Forgotten

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