Leafing through the pages;
of book called life,
I realize I have lot to imbibe.
Many pages turned;
little remain to be read,
still the mystery remains,
about secret within.
Going through the pages;
I have already read,
I find the need to,
read them again.
I need to understand,
rules of the game.
Well worn and crumpled,
are pages I have turned.
Some narrate the pains,
Other’s describes the gains.
turning the pages once again;
I realize,
it was worth every penny,
playing lifelong game.
I look at the pages;
yet to be read,
at each turn I wonder,
what lies ahead?
Suspense remains hidden,
in pages still unread.
Taking each page as it comes,
Worrying not for unknown,
Enjoying moment it brings,
Seeking just joyful reading,
I look forward to ending,
this book called life
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The mystery continues…
Yes! and let it be mystery forever.
I will be thinking about this poem all day.
Think loud 🙂 ! Thanks.
Beautiful. Really beautiful.
Thanks Kathryn
hey hi, nice poetry you ahve written on life. Its was short and sweet with impulsive and prolonged message. Please keep on writing.. Happy blogging!!
Thanks a lot. You can read my poems on my Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/musingofmysoul
very well portrayed the ‘life’, sonali .. indeed, the beauty lies in those mysteries ‘n enjoyment lies in deciphering them in various ways.
tfs. regards.
Thank you. When I started to write, I started having many questions about life,which will always remain mystery for me and which I enjoy unraveling. Trying!