There it was, A piece of paper crushed into rubble
There it was, A lost soul in flesh and blood
A piece of paper, torn from a notebook
A devastated soul, broken into pieces
So soft and white, smooth in texture
A soul too young, Trying to cope up with the culture
A page so neglected, Almost neglected
A soul so contemplated,Lost in dejection
And yet again, Here they are together
An orbituary to the dead, Lost and the forgotten.
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