A Poem In Dustbin
A few words that I've carelessly displayed
Without any definite sense and purpose.
I assured them as worthless and
Threw in dustbin, outside.
After a couple of hours, I don't know
What enforced me to pick the paper
Loaded with my heart's scream.
My inner conscience made me read
My own poem again and again.
It sounded me the most incredible
With multiple metaphorical expressions.
Let my readers grasp them
From angle of their own perspectives.
I confirmed myself as regard
Its excellence and uniqueness.
And presented it, in a weekly contest
Definitely it is matter of puzzle
A poem thrown in dustbin, chosen as
The best poem of the week.
Isn't it....so amazing and fantastic !
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem