Dustbin

Piles and Piles of trash thrown into, which takes various kinds of garbage . Some fresh ,some spoiled and some rotten . sometimes so strange that the worst trash is rolled in a good shiny cover. people throw,some even puke their venom into it. Silently it just takes in the trash without ever complaining. its stupid that it lets itself overflow without realising its capacity to hold From time to time it needs cleaning too. its just a dumpster,but maybe if we litter and trash less everything will be clean around which is next to godliness. PS:Kindly post your first reaction /thought after reading this poem. This is a metamorphic poem about people who are just shoulder to cry on for others but never cared by those same people.I hope this poem carried out that message .I really welcome your suggestions .