The Bag I Carry to Work Everyday

The bag I carry to work everyday is a sole witness to my cheers and jeers.
Cheers.
Cheers to moments when a thought-provoking quote in discovered in a new book,
In Margret Atwood’s On Writers and Writings, enlightening my dim brain, feeling fogged in this northern nippy weather.
Cheers to spaces where marigolds are spotted gyrating to gushy chilled winds of January
In a lawn in front of my college library, shining in its morning dewy glory.
Cheers to lunch time when home-cooked food restores my faith in selfless love --
Love of my husband, who diligently cooks and packs and wraps and locks my lunch box.
Cheers to a noon, brimming with camaraderie of all who throng college --
The younglings, the chatty students, basking in the sun with all their trinkets and dogeared books.
Jeers.
There are many jeers too.
Jeers to the whims and fancies of a parent of two,
Her unmooring position with respect to the others, whiling away their day, nonchalantly.
Jeers to the mounting to-do lists of an aspiring poet,
The puerile blurbs or the clunky compositions being on the back burner for some time.
Jeers to the rising indifference and disdain among mortals,
The dereliction of what ought to be done and the celebration of the snivelling obscurity.
Jeers to the fact that your best friend lives in a far distant city.
The companionship and the tickles you shared are always remembered amidst the fissures and cracks of the day. 
Jeers to the decreasing number of cold winter days,
The diminishing charm of winters, the apparently irreparable climate change taking its toll on all that is nature and human.
Jeers to the scouring it takes to cleanse the mind of daunted blankness and the silence of boredom.
The incessant frenzy of ever day hustle, and disorderly nests of imaginative abodes, far away from the maddening crowd.
The bag I carry to work brims with cheers and jeers,
Hopes and hues,
Sighs and trials, 
And my relentless efforts to be better, calmer and quieter.