The sunshine fell on my book As if to enlighten my mind A book that might go untouched Had the light of knowledge gone unseen. I scribbled a few words and the new writing Erased my wit as a blackboard Yet the collection of letters Remained absorbed to recall, to rewrite . The past fresh as ever, the future untold Coupling the two ran my present . The incomplete stories to be reread Waited to get noticed; I passed by... Ignored they felt, still looked hopingly. Oh!but the hope swept them To the mysterious world of unconscious For me to give them; a sincere call. Thus goes the story of life Never heard wholeheartedly Yet the everlasting hope persists.....

Deeya Nayar