You kick me while you tread
and then you push me aside.
You thought that I was dead
as you step upon and stride.
I too was once a giant
like landlords of yesteryear.
Part of a mountain - defiant,
whom others looked up in fear.
With time turned into rubble
like those lords into common man.
My past is like a bubble,
keep me in memories - if you can.
I am broken - not shattered,
if now that is what you feel.
I have my pride - that mattered,
I am my own world in zest and zeal.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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