MY LIFE IS AN OPEN BOOK
© by Rakesh Chandra
Books are ornaments on my body, And knowledge is the covering on my soul; Ideas are floating in my vacuous mind, In the shape of dancing alphabets; With pages half inscribed and half empty, My life is just an open book. Every cell of my body is made Of a letter alive to the sensations Of the outside world; my heart Flutters with the ruffles of creamy pages Of the books lying over my body; Books are reminder of very important Lesson that letters will survive forever, While my frail body one day Will certainly vanish into thin air; I wish I could fly like letters In the face of adversities of life! Mr. Chandra's poem was one of 9 other "Best Entries" picked from ILA Magazine's Monthly Prompt in January.