The Black Backpack

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Do you know what my backpack's like?
It is black.
It has quite a few zippers,
ample space for all my fillers.

My cat loves to curl up inside,
and my dear backpack doesn't mind.
It keeps a hundred secrets tight,
without a hint of sass in sight.

Candies and chocolates, a sweet disguise,
Tangled thoughts and dreams that rise.
Sometimes it’s heavy with confessions and fears,
Yet it hides them all, never shedding tears.

It has seen many colors,
in autumn, monsoons and summers!
It’s braved the blazing rays of day,
and sheltered from the warm sun’s sway.

When a dear friend couldn't walk beside,
the backpack stayed as a loyal guide.
The friend, grateful and full of cheer,
appreciates the seat saved, always near.

Notebook, journal, and cherished mementos,
Nestled inside, keeping secrets and torments.
It’s faced hunger and panic shocks,
But never sneaked a bite from my lunchbox.

Toner, foundation, lipstick, and hairbands,
never quite where they should stand.
Tablets, self-love, and gadgets galore,
always safe in the inner pockets’ store.

Do you know what my backpack's like?
It has colors, though it’s black.
It’s the best at covering
and holds so much love, we’re never parting!


- Namrata




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