My Poetry Is Garbage ,,

 

i have lost my voice
my words ,,contemptuously
condemned by an inner rage
from my mothers womb i
stepped into an open gutter
galvanized garbage menstrual
pads second hand condoms
adult diapers fish chicken
leftovers to soothe your
senses ..at every stage
overspilling roads on rampage
as i watch all this from my
gilded cage ,, i disintegrate
as i rapidly age , in oxymoron
haste..from urban brown i
have turned beige ,,my life
my poetry my passion
my pathos total wastage

Dedicated to my Friend Tom
his teachers soul a baba
has torn ravaged ,,utter
commercialism of a sage
held in the nucleus of
a protective shell wont
take umbrage ,,page
cannot be found cannot
be displayed ..acche din
aye khuda ab toh bhej