FROM BOOK OF LIFE


From Book of Life
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When some significant page
Gets torn from book of life
It leaves behind
Half accomplished
Will to survive.

Sometimes gardener
Commits a lapse
Plucks such a flower
Which when plucked
Causes desolation
Not merely on that branch
But the whole orchard.
Leaves behind, withered plant
Enwrapping pangs of sorrow
In its bosom.

A plant
That has to be nurtured
With tears and blood
Instead of being watered
What will be
The ultimate fate of
Such plant of pang.

Worrying for ultimate fate
Endeavours can not be stopped
Getting frightened by
Approaching steps of death
We can not turn away our face
From path of life.
As long as there is breath
Hope to survive persists.

Enchantment to cherish
Calculated moments of life
Living ages in moments
Makes life
So full of fragrance
It is hard to believe
How this thread of life
Will break away.

Blossoms of affinity
Bloom on plant of pang
Whether these blossoms
Persist or wither
Their sweet memories
Shed fragrance in
Orchard of life.

Rajni Chhabra
Multi-lingual poetess & polyglot

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