ode to toothbrush

Oh my toothbrush
you are all torn
looking like a bramble bush
but u never protest a morning

this mouth is as sinful as they are
as it is the weapon for poor
you dont know
what have i eaten at night
what have these teeth chewed in the dawn

even they hit me
this mouth never bleeds
but today it is bleeding
i know what would the doctors say
they would say my 'gum is weak
use a softer costlier brush'

oh if i throw you away
the ragpcikers will pick you
and the cobblers will use you
to polish the leather boots

I shall never throw you away
I shall love you
even if my lover departs in such cruel winter
I shall love you
we have survived together
this poverty, this history and this poetry

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