It was with me while travelling out of Upper East Side
Through trees showering blossoms in Central Park
But near the entrance of Harlem , it struck me ,
The earth shaking discovery , I was holding ,
Seriously but I was ! A straw satchel
Where was my Birkin ?
As I stepped into those haloed halls I knew I had made it
The salespersons fawned and simpered
You know Madam we always keep them in special rooms
Air-conditioners and humidifiers so there is no spoilage
Or did he say dehumidifier ? I was too over the moon
Anyway he was wearing special soft gloves
Brought out a box , put it on the table
Started removing paper wrappings , cloth wrappings
Gently took out the baby so we could fall in love
He presented the red crocodile to me !
What should I do?
Call the Police ?
How will my friends in UES react ?
I felt so diminished !
But we were by than on home ground
There was no sign of the straw satchel
The Birkin was on my lap
And all was well with my world
Draft by Lalarukh Lasharie