by Anuradha Bhattacharyya
She collects
Her favourite things
In her bag.
Sometimes
She takes them out,
Lines them in order
And counts.
Then she
Tumbles them back
Into her bag.
Like her,
In my heart
I fail to sort out
My affections.
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Very nicely expressed in a few words.So appropriate in our lives.Its so difficult to sort out affections.We are always in a dilemma,which to take and which to give! Ordinary people cant judge,Poets possibly can as they can feel understand and vividly express..Very well written.
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