I pondered over what I was going to face
In this bubblegum life that seemed like a race
I came in a beautiful little case
With my fellow brothers
Worried about the pace
At which we were running our race.
I knew one from my brotherhood
Who smiled as much as he could
And gave me courage like no one would
Till one day
All that remained of him as I could
Have imagined, was him, lying dead like a shapeless mould.
A shapeless mould of lifeless bubblegum
Without the juice that made humans hum
In satisfaction; the luckless gum
Who was stretched
Like the membrane of a drum
And looked fragile like the skin of a plum.
I now accept my fate
Short-lived as I will be. My date
With the commotion and brouhaha in a plate;
In the dingy place of torment
Where the death of my mate
My brother, troubles me till date.
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