Do I Deserve A Dustbin? Poem by Shameem Javed

Do I Deserve A Dustbin?



She never asked for it,
But she just longed for it,
How will she get it anyway?
But i wanted to give her.
Stretched my hand with hesitation,
Bless my soul, she took it herself!
Was so happy, was so accomplished.
In her hand it was warm,
I longed to be that, under her warmth.
She kept it inside the lucky bag,
Resting on her shoulder everyday.
Minutes later found a familiar thing,
Filling up the dust bin,
With foot marks all over and half-torn;
Oh god, 'twas what i gave her,
After all a paper of questions and answers,
And throwing it in the dust bin, she had put me into the bin.
Took it, gasped at it. Felt so
tine,
Walked a mile with the unlucky paper in my hand,
And the dreams spent with her in my mind;
Shackled by love and hatred,
I just dropped the paper in a ditch,
And cursed away the melodious night dreams with her.
With tears in my eyes and she in my heart,
I just screamed in agony,
As i knew i can't live without her in harmony....

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