Our lives are a storybook
millions of scribbled words interwoven
on blank paper
some in colour, some in black and white
every page carries a different handwriting
every word tells a different story.
In this storybook, stained by dust
some handwritings are bigger than others.
some words are less prominent than others
some words are a blur,
hastily written in faded ink;
every new day threatens it’s permanence.
In this storybook,
The pen dances to the tune of the wealthy
and the person that holds the pen
dictates how your story is written.
