Orange

I was an orange in the green
Longed to be the famous juice,
Like in the billboard near the field.
I basked the sun all day long
For the glow of star afar.
I was cut, I was thrown
Into the box of my own dream
I was cleaned, I was pruned
For the trail of my own dream.
One from my right
Another from my left
Two from underneath
And the last from the box!
All were gone
I cried Come-on!
Bundles of carton passed my eye
Friends turned strangers
All in one site.
No more gold, no more glow
Tint of brown yesterday
Cluster of scars today
Fell into the box of rotten dream.
As now I bask in sun's glow
The dream grows in like a new seed
Longing to be that famous juice
Like in the billboard near the field.