Swayamsiddha Sarangi

High Sierra was a great companion,

Walking in and out of many doors with me.

Never spoke a word,

I was her only friend.

Sometimes she went partying,

I could smell the alcohol all over.

Before every flight she would panic,

check-in scans gave her OCD.

I don’t know what she was thinking,

but always looked gray.

In a world with fake people,

she always had my back

Maybe she was forgetful,

she often misplaced my things.

But I couldn’t find a better companion,

My forever trustworthy – backpack.