A Use And Throw Tissue I Have Been Poem by Lajpat Chawla

A use and throw tissue I have been,
Kissed when fresh, then left unguarded.
Like a bouquet kept for fragrance
And décor.
Till in bloom.
Later discarded.
Treated as a big fool but cool,
Who cut the branch of the tree he sat on.
Like some one in intellect retarded
Like a shock absorber for the bike
Like a sponge used in her kitchen
Like a handkerchief for the weepy eye
Like the sports shoes spike,
Treated with disdain
And disregarded.