Tuesday, March 17, 2015

The Lonely Garbage Bin.. Every Morning Gets Hit On The Chin




a raging battle
it cannot win
stuck in one
corner at
bandra
reclamation
it cannot go
on a spin
its frail body
looks like iron
but made of
corrugated tin
throwing garbage
is a sin..but yet
they throw it out
of the bin never
in..leftovers
onion potato
skin the stink
of fish prawns
a varied collection
used condoms
sanitary napkins
across the street
uncle joe plays
the old violin
hello out there
hits of humperdinck
bandra residents
garbage pelters
need to be
disciplined

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