Things

In the dream there is nothing
Around me but the things that 
I coveted and couldn't keep
As I grew up
And hardly remembered ---
There's the new cricket bat
I kept under my pillow
The shoes I slept with
The three pictures
Of deities I no longer petition
Having seen the futility of desires ---
My late sister's framed painting
Of a peacock by a waterfall
I broke, is there too
The glass still cracked
How fragile we all are.