Christuraj Alex Poet Jueju

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

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Harry Horsman March 21, 2022 at 10:41 PM Wow, Christuraj, i've been around a bit, especially in poetry, yet here i read a wonderful gem of a poem, in a form i've never heard of, thanks for the precious time i've just spent here. Christuraj Alex March 22, 2022 at 1:42 AM Thank you very much.