My Life
Time blows and turns over
the pages of mylife.
Sometime revealing the prologue
and sometime the epilogue.
Hands write and leave their imprints.
the blotch, the unflinching courage,
dejection,the forlon hope, ..........
all remain embedded in my soul.
Seasons arrive and vanish
bestowing sometime a spring flower
and sometime dry autumnal foliage.
I'm a fossil
caged in my own world.
I only wait and behold as
time writes my fate.
Copyright © Bishnu Bhusal | Year Posted 2006
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