There're volumes of words I've lived so far

I won't ever call it my past or history

As it's still living in every breath I breathe 

 

There're volumes of pages scribbled

With songs of love and romances

That helps me live my life in present still

 

There're volumes of books written

Inscribed all that I've been through

The ups, downs, circular flow of things

 

There're volumes of verses within

Each waiting for it's turn to be sung

A solemn hymn and loads of jazzy bling

 

There're volumes of lyrics being written

To be Hum by me in slow rhthym

Beautifying my lovely days, mornings and evenings