Life In A Briefcase

By Stuti Kapoor

The journey began with a briefcase in hand

and it stays with me till I bid the sand.

The briefcase I held during young age

asked me to be saint and sage.

It has to be taken everywhere

family claimed, don't you lost it, please swear.

It has values and essentials

so that I could make all differentials.

Wandering with it I would wonder,

What's in with so much thunder!!??

Daringly I decided to open

but mind's state was clopen.

No more I could resist myself

setting aside my family rebels.

On opening I was startled

empty space only sparkled.

I questioned, isn't it vain?

they said it's running through the generation's lane.

'Responsibility' it is named

those who did are years ago framed.

Being responsible is good

but not being burdened from the childhood.

Please, give the dreams the wings they need

I am different, I plead.

Will not rupture the family stature

if I will be the dream catcher.

The only reality of life is death

let me breathe in my breath.

Life in a briefcase is not my taste

let my aims be happily placed.

No area (in sq. m) will ever matter

other than the cremated platter.

So, why to rest in burden

and be a boring person.

Let's do what we want to

and stay merry all through.

By Stuti Kapoor