The Book Of Life Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

I have nearly completed
Writing the book of my life
And waiting it to be launched.
There are pages telling about the foregone days
I walked with happiness and anguish
Hand in hand,
Pages with pictures of childhood memories
And of the girl I loved at first sight.

It now contains 61 pages
And I might write some more and gone
For ages.

You are all welcome to read this book, placing
It in a casket with bouquet and incense smelling
I am gone and gone forever
With no any idea of coming again here
And suffer.

As I feel I was born surplus
In a world merciless