Dementia Poem by Shakira Nandini

I wasn't even here,
Believe me, I am not lying,
These things were lying in front of me,
But I didn't touch them.

Believe my words,
Look at my tongue, is it black?
No, right?
It means I'm telling the truth.

I only touched this bag,
But I didn't take anything,
When I opened it,
The bag was empty,
And then you came.

Take care during the journey,
Keep your belongings safe,
But this bag,
This isn't even mine!

Then whose bag is this?
When you came,
It was hanging on your shoulder,
Oh,
Is this my bag?
Yes, this is my bag!