THE OLD KNAPSACK

The word came worn out and thread bare

In its knapsack were a few objects from far and near

A tiny shoe that fits my heart

Around which he could hear a humming sound

A note book with scribblings and a few sketches

A wrist watch that had stopped long ago

Match box decorated by a non- smoker

The bill from a restaurant

Some old coins from another country

A broken tap, 

Some feathers from a dead kingfisher

The seed of a jamun tree

An old purse, etc.,

It refused adornment

What was in there was all that there was to it,

The frugal fare of a wayward traveller

Nothing more, nothing less

But still he felt that that was a lot,

But still he felt.

BENOY P J