My Cupboard Poem by Chandrani Dutta Das

Years and years of my life had I lost 
Collecting stuff that would not forever stay,  
As the morning turns to night to die 
They would leave me one fine day. 

My cupboard always remain full 
With things I might not again need,  
And if ever I feel the need of any 
Away from mine eyes it remained hid. 

And time rolled on and with it 
Did rise in my cupboard the pile of things,  
But my days flew away as if 
It had found its invisible wings. 

As time flew away, I did realize I have to go 
And few days are left in my store,  
And the more I looked at my cupboard, I felt 
What would be of my stuff when I breathe no more?  

Shall I give them to you,  
You, who would then stay?  
Or shall I keep them in my cupboard 
Till I breathe my last day?  

Yet why does it hurt to give my stuff to you 
When I know I have to go?  
Things that are mine would once be yours 
When time would end my life's ado. 

And why does it hurt 
To give all once you called your own,  
And accept the truth 
That nothing is yours once you are gone.