This is not a phrase flowing out of trance
We don’t realize the sheer importance
Until we lose something ‘non-precious’
The status tag immediately changes
All of a sudden that thing dry and useless
Becomes valuable and absolutely flawless
Till time measures length and it’s weary way
We fail to produce a fondness or even a say
Once out of sight and out of palpable reach
We regain the worth and start to preach
Had we succumbed to a bit of sensitiveness
No need would’ve arouse to taste loneliness