I wish life was a book
A book that could bind all ages
With all the happy and sad stories
Inscribed with big vitiated stains.
I wish life was an inscribed book,
A book with all my childhood days,
Days where I could return to enjoy and feel….
Return to my innocent self
To give myself a bit of help.
I wish life was an inscribed book,
Where happy days could be bound—
In pages in blue and green
Which I could read over and over again
And enjoy a lifetime of blissfulness.
How I wish life was an inscribed book,
A book with happiness inscribed in pages!
I wish life was an inscribed book,
With all the sadness inscribed.
Pages where inscribed in white
Were all the unhappy moments of life!
Pages I could really skip
To enjoy the brightest lights of time.
If only life could be inscribed in pages
For sadness could be skipped through for ages.
I wish life was an inscribed book,
Where love could be wrought in pages,
In stories that were stained with blood
With the romantic moments depicted in clots
And I could grasp all love at one go….
I wish life was an inscribed book,
Where death could be inscribed,
Moments be depicted in pure black,
Written in illegible handwriting.
As I know I would never reach the end,
As moments of love and happiness
I would learn to hold,
Reaching never the bare end,
With all the sad moments skipped through!
Oh, I only wish the life was an inscribed book,
A book I could read from dawn till dusk—
Read in the twilight, gazing at green,
Sitting in the balcony,
Even when I am in eighties,
Even when my job, family, friends and others
Would desert me black!
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