The bangles I wear
been with me for ages
maybe for twenty some
nay has been for thirty years.
if I remember right.
The bangles travel
with me. Been
all over the world.
Glitter as new.
Incredible!
Proud to possess them.
I tend with care.
Remove them every night,
place them under the pillow.
They are precious.
Never wish to change them.
Have become so attached
They and I have
become synonymous.
Almost inseperable.
Meenas Poems 