I have been lovingly criticised that my poetic attempts are pessimistic,sarcastic or melancholy .So i tried wholeheartedly to draw inspiration from the things around me...hidden in plain sight.
H.A.N.D B.A.G
Oh beloved.
Truly loved.
You matter, dawn to dusk,
Be in a rush or rest.
Between those layers
Lies Hidden, little secrets.
Of wealth and beauty,
Books of stories, memories or plans,
Keys to rooms and hearts,
Tissues that hold tales of sorrow,sweat
or snort
Inventions bringing world closer or
farther, in all honesty
It has my identity, nationality and
look deep, even spirituality.
She, as I prefer to phrase, comes in
different shades,sizes and cuts,
Yet the camardarie is eternal.
Yes ,hangs by the hand or the
shoulder,a girl’s second best friend
No purpose people say!
Ask a lady, my dear, the truth you
shall know.
