Cover-page of my newly bought magazine,
Left folded overnight-
Developed a scar on its face,
Right through the centre, diagonally.
In the morning, as I tried to unfold,
And remove the mark,
It vehemently refused –
Flung back to its folded state.
A lesson for me-
Not on elastic properties of matter;
But on scars on character
Of those who’ve long been ignored.