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
Copyright © Bhoomi Bhardwaj | Year Posted 2025
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