The Lost Bug

Its my first blog.. And since i've started blogging yet now.. I'd like you all to read my verse.. "THE LOST BUG". The theme behind this title is, we usually tend to avoid nay ignore the smaller things in existence which also keep some importance in this world. This poem.. this verse explains that no matter how life is.. TOUGH.. TOUGHER.. TOUGHEST.. It has its end.. You come to this world.. you live.. do your duty.. and you go.. My LOST BUG lived a same life.. took birth here.. with us.. then killed by us.. and gone.. Then no one would ever think where it was.. or why it was..!!

THE LOST BUG

I am a Lost Bug.
I m always scared that someone could step over me and kill me..
Now, m a Dead Bug.
I'll be blown away with the wind real soon..
Parts of my corpse are scattered and not visible to anyone..
I am Lost again somewhere on the ground, beneath the dust..
From the start to my end, no one has known me,
When i gave birth, when i died, no one has time to see..
I just came and lived my part for thee..
And now i m a Lost Bug, Dead and Gone, as i had to be..
It was nice being a part of the world, which gave me zilch, instead took my life in return,
Like i m just a scum..
Yes, I.. I was the Lost Bug..

-ANKUR SHRIVASTAVA
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