If ever I write a book on my life,
And pen my days in this world of strife,
Some half done deeds, some fulfilled aims,
My sweetest songs, my saddest strains,
My dearest days, my darkest nights,
Some untold wrongs, some proudest rights,
Some roads on which I sought to travel,
Some mysteries which I rather not unravel,
No mastered word, no sublime goals,
But I promise to write with my heart and soul!
I am reminded of 'Autobiography of an unknown Indian' by Nirad C. Chaudhary. I wish your resolve to write a book is materialised. Thanks.
you have penned very beautifully, the ending lines are very beautiful- No mastered word, no sublime goals, But I promise to write with my heart and soul! thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Sincere and heartfelt.