Not that book from which dad read out bedtime stories to me. No, not even the one that taught me morals. No, no, not the one that I would cling onto every time I would want to read as a child. But, this shall be the book that captures each moment of my life in it!
I’m the third child to my parents
When I was born, neither my sister nor brother were yet adolescents.
Grown up, mature! Yet accepted a little baby sister in their arms
They kept me away from every little pain, they took away all harms.
Born as a little girl in a joint family
I was always loved and cared most promptly.
Pampered, adored, protected and what not
I grew up like this, nothing to worry about, always sought.
Every wish would get fulfilled, every little dream would come true
Whether it was a candy… or it was my room, to completely new!
Before I asked for that teddy it was there on my bed
Without a birthday, without an achievement… for my smile to spread!
Not just home now, I had great company everywhere
I would make friends wherever I would go, from anywhere to somewhere.
No enemy was born for me, was born no foe
I did face hatred to peaks, handled well though.
Life always was, is and will remain a bed of roses
Yes, there will be thorns too, but what’s beauty without a few bruises?
People around taught me so much to evolve
They created a place where even big disputes would easily dissolve.
And now when I see myself, so tall and proud I stand
The book has to have some hard pages with too many beautiful ones I understand.
At the last page when it comes I want everyone to smile
With head held high just for a while.
I want my life to stand with gratitude on my deathbed
So that my death congratulates me for the life I led!