What do I write, Oh! dear?
It's not a poem of love,
It's a story.
My story of life and death,
My story of gain and loss,
My story of joy and sorrow.
Wait! I'm hindered by another story.
When I stop to listen,
I hear many like stories.
Many stories of life and death,
Many stories of gains and losses,
Many stories of joy and sorrow.
But, isn't that the usual story of life?
And mine too!
Yet, I feel, my story is unusual,
Yet, I feel, my loss is more painful,
Yet ,I feel, my sorrow is more intense.
And that,the world is too small a stage,
To play my life.
But,the fact remains,
It's just an usual story of life!
© April 28,2019, Sarika Harikumar
It's not a poem of love,
It's a story.
My story of life and death,
My story of gain and loss,
My story of joy and sorrow.
Wait! I'm hindered by another story.
When I stop to listen,
I hear many like stories.
Many stories of life and death,
Many stories of gains and losses,
Many stories of joy and sorrow.
But, isn't that the usual story of life?
And mine too!
Yet, I feel, my story is unusual,
Yet, I feel, my loss is more painful,
Yet ,I feel, my sorrow is more intense.
And that,the world is too small a stage,
To play my life.
But,the fact remains,
It's just an usual story of life!
© April 28,2019, Sarika Harikumar
1 comment:
It's the same I feel too about my life..Alas...its not an unusual story...but every story is an interesting read and so is this. ..Unusually versed ..And told ..
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