What Is Your Story

Now if you are to ask my age

I would say hundred and not out but not a sage

For writing has become my life and a new rage

Every day I turn a new page.

There is plenty happening for the mind to engage

How at all it would end, can’t say at this stage

I am not here to challenge anyone and upstage

Nor I am gifted with the skill of presage

Does the Sun that rises look forward to anything?

So, in my life, just a bit of writing, and else nothing.

Age I feel at times in my joint pain

All else is ok so tells me my brain

How about you may I ask?

Please answer me if it is no great task

In the world’s stage being rewritten is history

I may as well strike at the keys and add your story.

Come over and narrate your story over a drink

Fell free and tell me what you think

Each of us has a story to tell

One cannot say with whom it can gel.

Each of our stories stands on its own

For, you alone know the hard battles, that you have won

As a writer, I would make your story delectable for the reader

Like the river, your story will flow and meander.