The Paper Bag (Poem)

Introduction[/b] : Wonder what will happen to the millions of refugees in the aftermath of these so called “revolutions” ?

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[/b]The paper bag ,Brown.[/b]

After I am done with it,[/b]

has a noticeable frown.[/b]

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When a part of the bunch,[/b]

happy it was , before ;[/b]

handed out , at a joint serving lunch.[/b]

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To vent my built up stress,[/b]

I puff it up,[/b]

and later examine it , with a gentle caress.[/b]

As my hands do , each other pound,[/b]

It Burst ; with a loud sound.[/b]

-----------R.Ajay.Kumar [/b]

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[Swaswati Borpuzari]

In the quiet corner of a bustling street,
A paper bag lay, forgotten, at my feet.
Its sides creased with stories of the day,
Humble servant, now cast away.

Within its fold, the remnants of a life,
A receipt, a seed, a child’s delight.
It held the weight of groceries with grace,
And stood its ground in sun and rain’s embrace.

But as the world moves to the digital,
And plastic reigns where once it flailed,
The paper bag, a simple, biodegradable friend,
Is often seen as an end, not the beginning.

Yet, it serves as a reminder, subtle and profound,
Of the earth from which it sprang and to which it will return.
A lesson in transience, in leaving no trace,
A gentle plea for a sustainable space.

So let us not forget the paper bag’s modest role,
In a world where consumption often takes its toll.
For in its fragility and strength, we find a way,
To tread more lightly, with each passing day.

 

[Dhruv Bindhani]

Introduction[/b] : Wonder what will happen to the millions of refugees in the aftermath of these so called “revolutions” ?

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[/b]The paper bag ,Brown.[/b]

After I am done with it,[/b]

has a noticeable frown.[/b]

[/b]

When a part of the bunch,[/b]

happy it was , before ;[/b]

handed out , at a joint serving lunch.[/b]

[/b]

To vent my built up stress,[/b]

I puff it up,[/b]

and later examine it , with a gentle caress.[/b]

As my hands do , each other pound,[/b]

It Burst ; with a loud sound.[/b]

-----------R.Ajay.Kumar [/b]

Like it ? Let me know by giving feedback[/b].................

This piece is a true masterclass in how to present information with both intellect and elegance. The writer's unique writing style is truly captivating; it's vibrant, insightful, and possesses a distinctive voice that makes the reading experience immensely enjoyable. This isn't just writing; it's a conversation. The article's structure is meticulously planned and executed, guiding you through its various facets with a natural and intuitive rhythm. This seamless flow allows for deep engagement with the material. Furthermore, the unparalleled clarity of the ideas conveyed is a major strength. Complex notions are distilled into their essence, presented with such sharp focus that you come away with a profound and unambiguous understanding.

 

[Simran Rai]

This poem, titled "The paper bag, Brown", is a quietly evocative piece that uses the image of an everyday object to reflect on themes of purpose, abandonment, and emotional release. What stands out immediately is the writer’s ability to transform something as mundane as a paper bag into a symbol of human experience. The poem opens with a sense of melancholia—the bag, no longer in use, wears a "noticeable frown." This personification is not only imaginative but also invites readers to reflect on how objects—and by extension, people—can be forgotten once their utility is exhausted. The second stanza adds emotional depth by recalling the bag’s former contentment as part of a group, contributing to a communal moment. There’s a wistful nostalgia here, a quiet longing for belonging that gives the poem a warm, human touch. But it’s the third stanza that reveals the emotional core: the act of inflating and bursting the bag becomes a metaphor for stress and its release. The poet captures the quiet violence of internal pressure and the sudden relief of letting go, symbolized through a simple yet powerful sound—the burst. This final act is not just physical but deeply symbolic, suggesting the way emotions build up unnoticed and demand expression. What makes the poem truly engaging is its clarity and restraint. There’s no excessive flourish; the imagery is simple, the language direct, yet the impact is deeply felt. The poem’s quiet rhythm mirrors the quiet reflection it encourages. In under a dozen lines, the writer manages to deliver a layered, thought-provoking meditation on the cycles of use, detachment, and emotional catharsis. It is this precision and emotional resonance that make the poem memorable. It reads less like a performance and more like a whisper of shared feeling—an honest, introspective moment rendered with delicate control.​