Pulling down the curtain
with a wistful turn
headed towards my bed
as I wanted to shed
the pent-up feelings I accumulated
all through the day in a stimulate
falling on my loving pillow
which surely would follow
what all I share with tears and joy
a silent receptacle akin to a toy
comes with me all in a way
I speaking to it in gay
hearing what all I say
letting out no whimper
but lying as I kept it
quietly
listening to my ramble
smiling to itself at my rattle
she being the companion of me for long
now as I am worn out and tired
she too looks thin but has to abide
being faithful and sincere till now
would continue to be so as I know
as she could not go out all by herself
until I throw her as waste into the shelf
that I would not do
as it is hard to find one so nice too.
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