There is this huge translucent package
With me, around me
It’s a package of information
It is supposed to be mine
Rather we belong to each other
Package and me
I carry it wherever I go
No, actually it just goes with me
Like my shirt
I cannot pass it onto anyone
I cannot share its weight
It cannot be renamed
Deleted or punctured
It also cannot be left unclaimed…
No it is not heavy though
Not heavy at all
Only it is too large
Going way beyond my being
But whatever is inside it
I hope it is real and useful
And not mere noise
Like ego, pride, self praise,
May be extra doze of confidence?
Frustrations, anger, anxieties
… May be more
Arunoday Times 
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