MY WALLET

I had a friend,

When I was sixteen.

He was neither a pet,

nor a human being.

He had no eyes no ears,

no hands no legs.

but an empty stomach,

with a wide open mouth.

I always kept him close to me,

not near my chest,

but below my waist,

and carried it around like a kangaroo.

Thieves & beggars wanted to take him from me,

without knowing,

he had a face only a mother could love.

People close to me,

were always curious about that friend with me.

They would always wish for him to starve,

so that they could finish eating a full meal.

and I dint say a word believing, this was the price for him to be with me.

I took him to places,

for me to be.

Or I am not sure ,

if it was the other way around.

Life was a  journey for him and me,

but for me to travel,

he had to be there for me.

As time went on,

I started to realize.

It was not my friend, That was starving,

It was me all along.

A flexible piece of fabric,

which can be folded in two,

was my only true friend,

who knew what it is to be me.