Vinti Jetley


The Fabric Of Life - Poem by Vinti Jetley

Whenever I see an evening star
And a graying sun through rich twilight
I know that one more day has slipped
From a fabric that I held so tight.

A day of despair, a day of mirth
A precious day I had on earth,
That day was mine if I used it right

I ran few yards, I crawled some length,
I scaled few climbs with all my strength,
I lost my days but gained new heights.

When gain was my own the loss was my own,
In happiness too I stood alone,
I looked for a hand there was no one in sight.

I filled my cup of joy to the brim,
I lit my house though the streets were dim,
I closed all doors to the morning light.

As hours went by they left no trail,
All warps and wefts were falling frail,
Of that fabric that I held so tight.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: ABC


Comments about The Fabric Of Life by Vinti Jetley

  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/25/2015 11:21:00 AM)


    'As hours went by they left no trail,
    All warps and wefts were falling frail,
    Of that fabric that I held so tight.' is beautiful poetry. Loved your style of writing.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 25, 2015



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