The duffle bag lay dormant at a corner
covered with dust,
treasuring many unspoken tales,
And hope laced flights of entrapped quails
Though she knew the bag’s existence,
she ignored its presence from time to time,
for she was scared rattling her long resisted yore,
and battled hard from ruffling the hornet’s nest.
But sometimes she would casually
give it a cursory glance,
unable to arrest the emotions
surging past her rational mind,
And the valise would seldom
refrain from giving back its stare,
Asking in silence to relieve it
from the time forgotten scare
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Confab With Me 
Wonderfully expressed.
Thanks so much
Very powerful words. Ar first I thought it was trips not taken, but after another reading it seems to be about something entirely different.
Thanks so much for your kind words
This reads like a micro story.Well done.,
Thanks so much for such nice words
So well put together …….I love the use of metaphor
Thanks so much Sakshi
My pleasure
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