My Bag
By Udaya R. Tennakoon
My bag with me like shadow
Comes without a word
Hanging on my back
Bearing burden inside
Wherever I go
Behind me
What I put into it
Never got angry
When I have a rest
Keeping aside it
Until the destination
It has no rest
Strength, shape and beauty
Dwindles and fades gradually
Heartfelt mate and buddy
I cannot throw it away
Carried out past of me
Dug up memories of me
Never told secrets of me
It is a witness of me
Being a part of my identity
Stayed with an inseparable life
Many time I felt so pity
This is the way of insistent life
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