Diary of a Dust Bin

An unemployed-post-graduate’s resume-

for an underpaying clerical job;

A poor widow’s application-

for an insignificant pension;

A prescription for medicines-

that the abandoned senior citizen could never buy;

A strangulated female foetus,

with the umbilical cord still tightly coiled around her delicate neck


Who am I ?

I am a garbage-bin on a street near you;

And, by the way,

I also happen to be a mirror,

Do you have the strength to look inside? 

2016 – Bharat Chugh

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  1. ankisperceptions

    True, A crumpled piece of papers in dustbin know more.

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    1. Bharat Chugh

      Indeed.

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  2. Param

    What an insight. I am out of words

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    1. Bharat Chugh

      Thanks much, Param!

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  3. Anupam Mathur

    gives goosebumps

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