Book.... Of Life

The book of life...My life,

Has yet another page,

Attached to it now,

Another palace for,

The Glittering dust,

Of memories and memoirs,

Another face, to have a scar,

To lay and leave a,

Heavy mark on...

The memory lane of my life.

The book of life...My life,

Is now has many pages,

Soiled, by the dirt of time,

Every time Ii is opened,

By someone to read,

Or even if I try to open it,

We cough owing to the dirt,

All falling on them or me,

The dirt of forbidden episodes,

From the memory lane of my life.

The book of life. My life,

Having pages attached to it,

Is getting Thicker, & heavier,

Every day it is making me,

Carry the burden on,

My Week shoulders,

Which are getting enervated

Leaving me shipwrecked,

For eternity, in the lane...

The memory lane of my life. 

The book of life. My life,

One day, when the dust,

Would have piled up high,

Someone will come up to,

Burn it, relieving my shoulders,

Blessing & enabling me to rest,

On the final bed of roses,

But until then, I have to live,

With my wicked memories,

In the memory lane of my life.