This poem reflects life as an unfinished manuscript—filled with joy, pain, silence, and meaning. It speaks to the idea that we are not here to perfect life, but to experience it fully, moment by moment, and remain present within its unfolding pages.
# A Life Never Repeated #
I walk through life
like it’s a page half-written—
ink smudged with laughter,
corners folded with pain.
Some days I underline joy
so hard it almost tears the paper.
Other days, I just stare
at the blank spaces
and call it breathing.
Sometimes, I collect moments
like small stones in my pocket—
some warm, some heavy,
all quietly shaping my walk.
Between what I lose
and what I find,
I keep writing anyway—
not to finish the story,
but to stay inside it.
Because this beautiful life…
this fragile, unrepeatable spark—
is the only draft I will ever get.
Yes, this life will never come again. ❤️
(Vijay Verma)
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Retiredकलम 
very nice .
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A great description of life. It is indeed all ours, the joy, the tears, the silence, the noise. Some think life should always be exciting, but that is not the case. I like to describe life as a walk down a path that takes you somewhere. But, unless you look back, you never know how far or where you have come from. Happy Sunday. Allan
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This is so beautiful. 😀 well put
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