Garbage
Your sweet lips,
Kissed the glass,
The lucky wine fell within,
The calamine pink lipstick imprinted,
For the drink touched your skin and chin,
You threw the glass away,
May be a garbage but not for me,
I caught in hands and placed in my heart,
For my loved one lipstick imprinted.
I saved my girl,
For years and years,
A museum was my room,
For all your used garbages,
A wonder gift for me to tweet,
My pumping heart at your feet,
Never you thought,
Taught a thought - love is only for elite,
May be not a place in your heart,
But why you threw me as a dirty rot,
For the roadside cleaners to sweep my heart,
As garbage in the dustbin.
15 July,2016
Garbage poetry contest
Copyright © Madhupriya Shanmugam | Year Posted 2016
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