Response to Nitoo Das's 'Handbag'

A thing you carry around for years
Is no less than a memoir.
It holds within itself many memories
To sing an old song they stand in formation of a choir.
Tonight she is set to clear it up.
Revisit a few old days and towns
Stumbling upon many many old coins
With time which have perished in browns.
Many mint wrappers escape the darkness of this handbag,
 seeing the light of the outer world after a decade
Also many bus tickets that once took her to places
on which the details  have now fade.
Many other things escape the dark town of the handbag.
Slowly, one by one.
This battle of her and the things in her handbag
 was one she believed she could've never won.
The flower, the note, the pen and kohl.
They all seemed futile until when.
Her hand reached out for the bright fire red lipstick Well, this is a new fetish then.
Maybe it is fruitful to visit the old forgotten towns sometimes.
Not just to reminisce or whine
But also to rediscover and recover
 some old heroes of the ancient times.