Inside my wallet
The peacock green colored wallet,
which I got for fifteen pounds in U.K,
hangs on my left palm , folded to my chest,
my right hand carries a bag of vegetables,
vanity hangs on,
two handkerchiefs slightly torn in the corner,
yet perfumed, peep out, mocking
my vanity, overlap my five rupee notes,
only two, my vanity hangs on,
inside my wallet, a small postcard,
which I forgot to post on time,
reminds my negligence, everytime,
the wallet is opened and closed.
My hair clips and a folded coil
of ribbon lies in a corner,
waiting to spin round the zip,
vanity hangs on, vanity hang on.
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