An Outcast

Like a tattered cloth discarded.

To please thee whatever was done,

Still disappeared and gone?

Feelings carelessly disregarded,

Even after fulfilling everything that was demanded.

Left all alone,

Condemned in a harsh tone.

On a deserted island thus stranded.

Like flavor comes out of tea,

Immersed in boiling water completely.

So it did slowly sinking in sea,

Shunned by society.

Ignoring my plea

Thy lack of sensitivity actually became cause of anxiety