I'mjust another story, may not be often told
A child so agile, in a body pretty much old
Years gone by,are the pages of my book
A spirit quite young, of course not the look
Some chapters you, ll find are long and dreary
And a few are strraight,from a diary of a fairy
Fun n frolic, immaturity and compassion
Songs, poems, artistry and fashion,
Hurt, hope, and hardwork made the contribution
Such were thewords used for its construction
Want, worry, and willingness too, made its way
Gratitude, gregariousness, gullibilitysteadily stayed
These are all woven, in quite an exquisite pattern
To keep the spirit sparkling, growing and brighten
Too many tales often remain buried in plethora of books
Yet their chracters keep working hard, merely on their looks
They number as many as stars in the sky
Only God can tell us its plain reason why
Like many leaves of the trees, bloom and fall
Such is the case going to be, for us all
I may suddenly stoplike a clock on the wall
And a very close one, may mount my picture to stall
Our span is thin too like a page of a book
Death is impartial to a sage or a crook
Some portions of our story touch the hearts
While some are condemned for its own plots
Some differ in their choice of words and themes
Reading those scripts,one wonders what it means
You may hear the laughter and taste the tears
Some remain in your memory of your remaining years
Some are passed,silently without an uproar
And special ones earn laurels and their names too soar!
Truth may not be, how it appears to the world
To some itcan be quite daunting and absurd
More than often personalies are a facade
To keep it cool and sombre is a matter of art! ! !
Sunita Chandla
An artist!
dynamic thoughts..10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
We all are spirits in body form with our unique life story. There are many like us and may pass away un- noticed. Nothing is permanent except God’s power!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your appreciation