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