Hole in the bag
Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi *
I wonder I carry a hole in my bag all the way around,
It's something unnoticed; I need all along seriously;
Bag o bag! You're sometimes heavy full,
With bills and documents, unnecessarily;
You hold strong upon my shoulder hanging tight;
You hang up and you lay down, with no intension;
All I do and all I control, Dirty and dusty;
You a tool with all my tools holding in around;
Pen, pencil, ball pen, sharpener, eraser, stapler;
Lipstick, lip liner, eye liner, green, black and red;
Money Purse, mobile, coins one, two, five, and ten;
Rupees Ten, twenty, fifty, hundred and all;
In at the corner, far inside drop down;
I lost one a penny, two a pen and three a pencil.
I wonder I carry a hole in my bag all the way around,
It's something unnoticed; I need all along seriously;
Day after day, week by week, month to year;
I hold onto it so dearly; I thought of not changing;
Switching after switching; upon and beneath;
Part by part, portion by portion filling and engaging;
Hardly have I reached a hole in my bag for a few days;
Rain and wind; Heat and sweating I conduct toss;
I witness I drop hard on the ground dirty,
It rushes into the busy congesting street and buses;
Ah! I lost one a coin and two a rupees,
I worried and I got angry, tensioning;
In and out I search repeatedly hands over;
Lies a hole digging inside the pocket of the bag's pocket;
I wonder I carry a hole in my bag all the way around,
It's something unnoticed; I need all along seriously:
Lovely as I walk down the routine work hastily;
Full I carry witnessing umbrella, hanky and shawl;
Water bottle, blade, biscuit and vegetables;
Sweater and shirt; Ah1 I dump in and inside my bag;
I know not, its locking chain all split out wide open;
In and out I search repeatedly; I lost money within those;
Can't able to reach hands out far inside, coins underneath;
I lift heavy on my side, right to left shouldering;
Pinning and handling; holding front and side ways;
I walk back home quickly, tired and heavy.
* Poem written by Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi for Imphal Times
The writer is an Independent Scholar
This poem was webcasted on February 25 2019.
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