Ash Tray

I am that

Half burnt ash tray

To which

Life throws its butt,

I am that

Half burnt ash tray

To which life throws

The butt,

But never finishes me

Though I cry in anguish,

It doesn't show its mercy.

Torturing me

In every possible way,

It mocks at me

And

No crave exists in me

To brave its anger.

Yes,

I am that

Half burnt ash tray

To which butt is thrown,

I am that

Half burnt ash tray

To which butt is thrown.