My Bag Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

The sweetness of swiss chocolates will be a gross disaster after the melody of these two lines Heartfelt mate and buddy I cannot throw it away---here you are with your origin not defying you.Here is your cup of tea...memories are those feelings of the tea branded as Lipton or Dilmah...its smoke will fade gradually but notwithstanding time also it will be leaving you reminder that you got well this poetic quotient in exuberance of such feelings the divisor being the bag, die Tasche or das Beutel or once upon a time Srilanka.Excellent write.Worth re-reading

Making the Mondale come alive with such eloquence is what this poem is about. Well done!

Interesting take on the emotional baggage that we all must carry, a very real part of what makes us human.

Such a vivied poem, I like it so much.

A Bag is indeed that faithful companion! well penned!

this bag is not merely a bag. U filled withit ur ideas many u may have it with your ideas of futtur bag is like as our mind some times only empty many times it is full ok thanks for eminding my school days