The Vanity Bag
The Vanity Bag
I see them cheer, and call me the girl with the vanity bag,
And some gaze at the bag as I see their head sag.
More so do I walk the town with pomp when mamma is aside,
But I go rapt as I see her bag, wondering what all must be
inside.
Among many, the vanity bag is one that displays our similarity,
While among a few, this is also the one that defines us
distinctly.
As I desire to ask, what all do you carry in it mamma?
I too would share you the secret behind my bag’s charisma.
As I see you unzip yours, I am awed to see in you beauty
personified,
While the stars hidden in the sky see me vivified.
I go pensive as I see object of surprises flutter out of your
bag,
And the sight of it all leaves me to gag.
Mine is a bag filled with things I cherish and cared,
Some love hidden inside, for when of it this earth would be
bared.
A pinch of prayer for those condemned and left astray,
And warmth for the ones for no reason hurt in an affray.

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