Junk
When I started throwing some,
I felt, as though my heart numb;
Weren't they things I got as gifts?
Didn't I save them midst rifts?
Foods we consider true junk,
Needs, in quantity, get shrunk;
That the generations come,
Could feel truly safety-thrum...!
21 March 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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