Have you ever looked inside
a woman’s handbag?
Yes, she would be too embarrassed
to let you see.
Be it your Grandmother, Mother, Aunt,
your Sister, Girlfriend, Wife or Daughter!
Never ask for a peep into her handbag.
Its as if each pocket could tell a
long forgotten story
A used cinema ticket brings back
memories of how they held hands
at the movie and sat warm and close
The small notepad he presented
awkwardly at the college gate with
a small dose of poetry and prose.
Her son’s first uniform bill
that had filled her heart with pride
Her daughter’s embroidered pink
handkerchief…
Her own she would always hide
like a piece of treasure her mother gave to
wipe her tears when the wound on
her knee was being bandaged.
The rest of the bag is packed with
soap strips, lipstick, compact,
eyeliner, perfume, rubber bands and
safety pins.
Oh dear, how could I’ve missed
the haphazard mess of jingling
coins, currency notes, lacto bonbons
and band aid strips?
A woman’s handbag is not just a bag,
it’s a storehouse of memories
and a first-aid kit
It arms her in every way
so that she never lets herself down
in any way
Her handbag has less money in
its folds
but is a treasure house of
love untold!
Gentle Soul
