Sonder

By Jayendran R

Stories that were heard 

From grandmother's sweet voice Stories that were learnt 

As we stumble, fall, and rise 

Stories that were buried 

Within the timeworn walls of history Stories that were unearthed From the depths of human ingenuity 

Stories that were told for ages But never lost its hook 

Stories that we fill the pages But never the whole book 

Stories we behold 

For the nostalgia they beget Stories that are untold 

For the pain we may never forget 

Stories we dismiss 

By glimpsing their first chapter Stories that we miss 

By meeting at their last chapter 

All the stars we count 

With our ten little fingers 

All the stories we found 

Within our one little life 

What is this greed 

But a wish to live all the stories? What is life 

But a curse to live only one? 

To these stories, I remain a spectator Except for the one I vividly author So, let me pen a riveting read For I am its dashing lead.

By Jayendran R