The red bracelet

Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want to say bye My mother brought it for me With lots of love and happiness So I wore that bloody bracelet with a lot of terribleness That bracelet do itching Never suits on me Then I decide to wore it on my clothes "Oh it will broke" say my mummy Then after few days It get in my hand right Wore tight ready to fight Just a miracle sight I start playing with that bracelet Start giving me vibes As I was alone in the midnight That bracelet become a chakra just like lord Vishu has I love it with rolling It just my time passer tag I start playing it with its beads And start making roller coaster of it Then it give me a sense of laughter and a playful soul indeed I become rockstar We met just like sand It was in my hand Just s perfect band Ohh how much I love it My stress buster and my friend But one day during standing It slipped off my hand Ohhh noo my bracelet Here why you go It went under corner of my bed None of my family can take it for me That was understand I cried I lost I lost my partner Just remembering it's absence Like a gardener whose flower just fell It's the world of theory Full of lost and love One time the person you met You hate them a lot But then become your friend Become your soul But when a time come again You just lost Ohhh my bracelet I am missing you a lot You are my precious Just my blood clot Ohh again I am alone Again I am sad I have no chakra I have no beads Just an emptyhand In a grief of a perfect band Poet : bhoomi bhardwaj