Don'T Make Me Trash
DON'T MAKE ME TRASH
In your parched arid life you would like to drink
From chilled cans all kinds of enchanting liquid
With the pleasure of satiation you want to sink
To the depth of the dregs after you open the lid.
The minds of the containers are quite unaware
You suck them dry of the last drop of their spirit
In an urge to satisfy your desire you won’t care
You make them feel hollow, the way you treat.
The contents consumed at your time and will
You crush the cans, throw them in garbage bin
They turn into trash, your desire they can’t fulfill
You have no heart to feel the dented cans’ pain.
My colored can is now full of fluid verve to the brim
For your love and care I’ll always give you its whole
To quench your thwarted thirst I’ll go to the extreme
If I’m consumed don’t make me trash denting my soul.
January 4, 2018.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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