The Dust Bins - Poem by Shahida Latif
Ah! I am despised to see the moving dustbins,
Containing the scrap of greed, avarice and hate,
Indifference, selfishness and too callousness.
The men and women though they seem to me,
The compact glorified bodies of flesh and blood,
Yet they enclose garbage giving tormenting smell,
That I experience when I find them in close proximity;
But it is strange that the same unpleasant stench,
And disgusting reek I discover while sitting all alone,
Unaccompanied nourishing too vigorous, sanguine ego.
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