What is our end?

You are always in my bag

along with other papers like

identity proof

bank papers and

other important papers

which I hardly

recognize and remember

I acclaim I carry you

always

in my impressive cells of memory

and in fact I do

pushing you in the dark hole

of the bag

important as my life

and tie you

within a fold,

zip up for security.

Believe me,

 You are as important as my bag

that much resembles with

a waste paper basket

where I placed you carefully

along the spectacle cover

and the old pen

for my signature.

neither you nor my bag

will ever leave me

until my successor takes up the

flag for its new government

until I am reduces to a

squire inside an album

or a sound for them.

A promise I made to carry you

neither your face nor your body

neither your memory nor your name

but you, only you

till tomorrow

before a sunrise.