Thursday, September 10, 2009

Black Purse

I don't know
How many times
I took my purse out of my pocket.

I don't know
How much money
I spent from it.

I saved and spent
thousands of rupees.

It kept carefully
many postal stamps.

My I-Card
My identification
My loose papers
Addresses of my friends.

A long piece of time has passed
I don't know
How many times
How many days
How many months
How many years.

But today,
I remembered suddenly
that this black leather purse
YOU bought for me
with a great love.

When it got in to my mind
I shivered
and the black leather purse
also shivered.

The non-living black leather purse
came to know
the language of love...