I don’t know
How many times I took the purse out of my pocket
I don’t know how much money I spent from it.
I saved and spent thousands of rupees
It kept carefully many postal stamps
My I-card, my identification
My lose papers
Addresses of my friends
A long piece of time has passed
I don’t know
How many days
How many months
How many years...
But, today, I remembered suddenly
That this black leather purse
You bought for me with great love
When it got into my mind
I shivered and the black leather purse also shivered
The non-living black, leather purse
came to know the language of love
