Tissue

No one is with me around to chat

I hear my neighbor locks his room

Only a roll of tissue i see

in a corner of my dusty room

and nothing but a roll of words

i see to call it a poetry for you

Since i have been writing poems

of things like computer, telephone,

pressure cooker, etc

since she left forever

since i heard she recieved a gift pack

on 14^th february

When i cry, I need no hands to wipe off my tear

I just need a tissue

When I am aroused sexually, I need no cunt or a mouth

I masterbate and all i need is a tissue

to wipe off the bastard sperms

When I catch cold i need no care from a doctor

all i need is a tissue to blow my nose

and I have a thick roll of tissue.