No More Gifts For Me Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

I live in a land of perpetual surprise
where I have received
many blessings in disguise
all the emotional litter
that you find around me
came from all the wrappers
from gifts I received for free.

so much junk of wrappers
is more than my storage place
not recyclable or biodegradable
Its highly combustible and unpredictable
So maybe its time to move out to new place

Maybe I will load and relocate
to a place, where I will find
a little more fun, a lot more solace
For once I don't want to learn any new lessons
just practice on the ones I have done well in so far