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My Blank Pages

Here’s Sarala‘s poignant poem of love, longing, and hope, exclusively for Different Truths.

I have lived and loved so many 
Years but all the pages are blank 
Why don't you make me a poem? 
And let me live your heart 
This lifetime and more 
I loved you for more than 
A year without any expectation 
Let us make our life simple 
And serene, and live in bliss
Forever and more 
You have been my hero for long 
And I worship the ground 
You walked on softly 
Not hurting the grass beneath
I tag along wherever you go 
In the hope one day you will
write the blank pages of
my book containing
our love story, which will
bring joy to everyone's heart
If you can't make me a poem 
At least let me be a poem 
In your life 
Let me live in hope that
you will never betray me
and will one day realise my love
and make me a poem in your life   
I start writing, but I stop 
As my pen doesn't move
When I think of you 
My book is lying in a corner 
Of my heart with full of dust
I am waiting for you to 
Fill in the blank pages
Which are lying useless now 
I feel sad looking at the 
blank pages and hope and 
pray you will fill in the blank 
pages of my book not very far.

Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths

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Sarala Balachandran
Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.

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