THE BOOK
This life is a book with tattered pages
Stained with years and tears of readers
Most were pictures of despair and sadness
Cuz the love story is yet to be carressed.
Turning the page to the prologue
Eyes won’t see much but dialogues
Yet as each chapter unfolds
A glimpse of a life that holds.
Life is an enigmatic journey
Nothing to be cracked in a hurry
For the answers and the pieces
Should fit and match the spaces.
The end is near, the reader shuts his eyes
The book shall be closed to wait in the shelves
May the next one, I pray at all times
Learn how to read between the lines.
Read with your heart and not your eyes
Feel with your mind and not your hide
Hope with your all, your soul, your heart
And life shall be full and smiles will be much.
mdp/'02
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