In my purse

Inside my purse


Don’t expect to see perfume
or moisture cream which my
five year old niece imitates
just as the media person
to apply on her soft skin,

Inside my purse the zip
of which is always striking,
bus tickets of six months old,
half torn, the other half folded,
many papers of local addresses,

my identity card almost soiled
by the ink, the purpose of my
black and white photo
is defeated, jingling coins
for five rupees, almost hidden

Underneath the layers,
A mint pocket half popped out,
Sticky and smelling,
my purse needs a wash,
my purse needs a wash.