The Bag I Carried Poem by Sangavi -

The day I was born,
I met the one carrying many bags
And face filled with smile.
The one offered me a bag
Saying, 'Hold it tight -
Don't let it go
Until I return.'

In childhood,
The bag was filled with air -
Light, joyful, floating around.
I carried it everywhere,
Happy with its gentle weight.

In teenage years,
The air inside grew heavy
An unknown weight settled in.
I carried it because I had no choice
Though I longed to drop it,
A power from the one stopped me.

I saw everyone holding a bag like mine,
But mine always felt heavier -
Maybe they felt the same.

Years passed,
Adulthood arrived.
With hope the weight would ease,
The bag would fill with air once more.

But no -
The bag filled again,
Not with air, but with weight.
Some days heavy,
Some days light.
I held on with all my strength.

Days became fewer -
Few filled with air,
Many weighed down by heaviness.
It starts to weigh me down.

Sometimes it filled with air,
Only to fill with weight again.
I wanted to let go,
I couldn't hold it any longer.
It crushed me.

People advised -
'Don't let it go,
Soon it'll fill with air again.'
But the bag stressed me,
And I let it fall.

The one returned
No smile this time,
Only sadness filled in eyes.
The one asked me with sadness in voice
'Why did you let it go? '
I said,
'I can't hold on anymore
It weighs me down.'

The one said,
'The bag will fill with air again.'
But the sadness inside me happily said,
'I don't want the bag itself.'