The Moments of My Life

My life,

I now feel,

is fully covered

by white fog,

the dark white fog

of the sad moments

I faced in my life;

the moments

We spent together.

Now I feel

all pages of

my life

have become white

and the

ink used by The Writer

of my life

also became white.

I think,

here after,

no one

can read

the The Moments of My Life.

Written by Him with white ink

on the white pages.

poem by Ravindra Koshti
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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