That worn out bunch of tissues

Lost deep in thought walking along the path
I stop short of a bunch of tissues white
I look closely and see a blossom
I look around for the source but find none do I
And I pick it up with all the glee, passing my thanks to dearest Uni.

"You found that on the road, didn't you?" says he.
I nod with a giggle and ask- Pick it up then why didn't he?
"I didn't have the time to stop."
And I see that it was meant for me.

I sit and meditate on its form so free
And see its side run-down brutally.
My heart must look like thee, says a voice in me
I pause and ponder the faceless plea
And avert my eyes from the truth that I see.

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