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 .

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