the story of a toy

sometime back,a random night it was..
i slept for too long,and woke up in a dream...
in a city unknown,i stood alone..
and i walked towards the city stores..
i was scared at first,for what the place could be..
until i heard someone say,"you're safe,and would be"..
i stared around,to see who had spoken..
but i saw none..
except..
a toy in the window of a toy store.
it looked alive,but not pleased..
it seemed satisfied,but not at peace..
i went up to it,in hope and in doubt..
to ask what he meant by what he said..
and that was when i heard..
the story of a toy.

"i was born in a land,
far off in the west,
they called me the piggy,
said i was the best.
they said my destiny laid,
in the far off lands,
and i was brought here one day,
given in the store hands."

i listened to the toy,and i wondered why,
he lay in grief,what could make him cry!
i asked him why,he was what he became,
for a toy being sad,is a real shame.

"i've been in this store,for years now,
moving in and out,and wondering how,
kids come and go,in and out of the store..
they see me,they smile,
they laugh,they cry.
and one fine day,
someone would like me,enough to buy.
they'd play with me,
they'd live with me,
they'd laugh with me,
they'd share with me,
till the day they've played enough,
they'd grow up,and they'd find me a bore.
they'd throw me away,
and the store would take me back,
to redress me,
and replace me on the stack.
for someone,someday,
would come again,
to play with me,or to own me again.
for them i am just an option,
out of a hundred toys.
on their need,m played with,or kept alone on the wood,
or embraced in love,or thrown out of the door.
but i would not complain,for i never could,
for i am just a toy,and thats what toys are made for."