Life - A Book

Just the comparison of our lives to that of a book, one to be written by ourselves.

Life, in my understanding is a book.

An empty book, one to be written by you.

There will be new pages and also ones that end.

Your pen will be empty and also there maybe spills.

Even life, similar to books has a hook.

Sometimes maybe many, each with an experience that is new.

Maybe there will be stories you will have to mend.

There'll be ups and downs as if a range of hills.

There will be events leaving you shook;

wishing for you, they are only a few.

There'll be events you will have to attend.

Even if you are ill.

Before the end, you get that look.

It will be repetitive, nothing new.

And just as you reach the end;

even the wind blows a chill.

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

I'm reminded of Omar Khayyam...

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

Great stuff, Dhruv

[Dhruv Grover]

Thanks a lot, Mr. Sullivan. Highly appreciate the time taken by you to read and review my poem, thank you.

Dhruv:)

[John Sullivan]

Of course, the pleasure was mine

[Papaya]

It's wonderful and poetic to imagine ourselves as writers of our own story in life.
Enjoyed reading 🙂

[Dhruv Grover]

Surely is! We are all the writers of our stories.

Appreciate the review madam, thank you!

Dhruv:)

[Papaya]

You're welcome 🙂