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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