O polybag
O polybag ! my magic bag of childhood
You hold my favourite things ,the things I need
Seewts,toys,stories and my favourite lolly
Like the bag of princess Dolly
I along with my siblings rush to father
When he comes back home with you
Sometimes we get happy sometimes sad
But never stop to search you whether we get good or bad
I use to toddle with you to market
When guest come home
It feels like Don Quixote his Rosinante
And we are performing any assignment
You bear the title of my family
Like a family member
But now no one has time for you to remember
Now you looks ugly and dirty
As your duty is over
Is it humam instinct? ??
(Archana Tripathy, Sonepur )
