Lost Glory Poem by Jaishree Nair

Painted in bright red,
Proud and eye catching,
Placed at every nook and corner
In great demand I had been.

A messenger honoured,
Eager hands fed me with dishes various,
I was never ever hungry
My stomach always full

Many approached me with quickened heart beats
For a gift from loved ones,
Families, friends, partners, lovers, officials
All had to go through me
A messenger greatly treasured.

With great pride I held
a place in many hearts,
Served them all,
Impartial to all.

Yet, now I stand in solitude,
Lustreless, pale, forlorn, with rashes all over
Unwanted... Unheeded...
No crowd to squabble over me!

My glory lost in technology,
My place abducted by fast tracks-
of magic with the touch of a finger!
The thrill of instant bonding...

To regain lost glory -a hope hopeless,
My mouth a gaping hole,
Like a scare- crow I stand
A laughing stock..mocked at..poked at...

A wish to vanish into thin air
Leaving no trace ever
of a box with no posts...!