Assortments of broken hearts,
Yellow glue and old newspapers,
victims of retail therapy.
In the washed down streets
And muddy alleys,
they cling from fingers manicured,
And hide beneath pretentious sheets.
From one hand to another,
a lot of trespassing,
amongst green notes and black smiles,
They recede further.
The vision of all eyes,
the burden of all hands,
The witnesses to variety,
curious looks and excited cries.
Oh! these Paper Bags and their medley,
Moving restlessly everywhere,
but well, do we really care?
nah..
At least, they are environment friendly!!
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