A Waste

My life is a plastic straw

One that is used to suck

And satisfy the extravagant mouths

And then get discarded into the bin

A waste for some and a liability for the rest.

O, I am the ladder

That hath been under their feet

And help them climb the heights

Having reached the ceiling,

They hardly look back

With me on the very ground.

Oh! I am the bridge

Which bore the weights of your sorrow

And never left your company

But once you reached the other side

Never looked back

With me alone to myself.

O! I am the jasmine

Which is known for the fragrance

But you used me to make

The lovely rose jealous

But you did win and with Rose by your side

I had nothing but the decaying stink.

O! I am the candle

That doth burn itself

To provide you the beams of hope

But you left me when I was extinguished

Not leaving the bare light to see my own shadow

My identity!

O! I am the tissue paper

Always gentle in your skin

Even when you rubbed me harshly

And after use, you just crumbled me

And threw me into the bin.

I am the helper, the guide and the sidekick

But you have turned me into

A waste, a rot and an insignificant thing

But does that mean I need to stop being gentle and help others?

I can be a waste, a rot and insignificant

But I can't be a heartless creature like you.

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(A/N: This poem is about bullying and is quiet close to my heart. I have been bullied too, but nevertheless, I do have good friends and that's all that matters. All's well that end's well.)