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.
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Nice piece of work with, the status-quo of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.