Pathik Tank


Tissue Paper - Poem by Pathik Tank

I was the only shelter,
people killed me with the dagger,
i was treated as a great saviour, they used my as tissue paper,
i holded them when they fell, and they kept me for the sale,
i was treated as god’s favour, they used me as a tissue paper,
god teaches us to help each other apart from us we are never bothered, i was

treated as great saver, they used me as a tissue paper,
they are in “PATHETIC RACE”, keeping my objectives clean, i will help every

human being,
no matter if they throw me in dust bin, i will work for them behind the

scene,
i will help them forever, though they used me as a tissue paper,
helping hands are better then praying words, they are keen to use their

swords,
i was treated as ‘ SAD CLEANER’ they used me as a tissue paper,
deep into my heart i ask myself, why am i killing myself,
knocking the doors of my heart slightly, i come to know, its not between me

and them its between me and almighty,
i was treated as a great saviour they used me as a tissue paper

Topic(s) of this poem: betrayer

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Tissue Paper by Pathik Tank

  • Kelly Kurt (9/21/2015 10:31:00 AM)


    With the exception of a few English errors, this was a wonderful poem, Pathik. Thanks (Report) Reply

    Pathik Tank (9/21/2015 11:06:00 PM)

    Sure i will rectify my error thanks for the comment

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 21, 2015



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