A Story Never Read Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

In each one's silence
There is a story written invisible
With tears and laughter
Dreams and desires
Some fulfilled and many not
Washed away by tide of time
Leaving without a tress behind

One's effort to leave a footprint
On the surface of a flowing stream
On sand dunes or imprint on stone
To stick to present is in vain

Who knows the reason of
This unending blackboard work
Why the unending queue of faces
On a mirror once reflected
And never repeated again?

Does the writer know
Why he writes his story
On the pages of
Blood and bones and flesh
And only for himself to read?