Who Am I?

I am the trophy on the shelf

Cherished and celebrated when received

Now, neglected and un-cared for.

My sheen hidden beneath

Umpteen layers of dust and grime

Pushed to a dingy corner

By numerous other entrants

To keep company with haughty spiders

In mighty webs.

I am the No.1 bestseller

Propped amidst other bound members, half read

A bookmark tucked within its yellowed pages

Of words that lost significance just as...

The story abandoned midway.

I am the new dress

Bought in a mega sale

One size too small or too big

Yet crisp on a hanger

Waiting for the right occasion.

I am the dewdrop

On a leafy edge

Basking in the glory of life

Before it falls into oblivion.