Leafing through the pages
Of a book entitled “Life”,
I found a slender bookmark
At a chapter entitled 'Strife';
I read the crowded passage
Of tiny narrow text-
The plotline was getting lively
I wondered what’d happen next-
When I turned a thin page over,
What a frustration met my eyes!
This page had been erased blank-
A most despicable surprise-
So getting a fountain pen of mine
I took out my brain to mend-
I wrote the end myself, but I’m not
Telling what happens at the end…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is indeed. fine. i like how you ended......