Erasing Imprints...

Wish I could write my story

With a special magical ink

Where carbon dioxide from air

Wouldn’t erase when reacted…

The pH of my beautiful life

Increasing its acidity

With addition of alcohol

Couldn’t bring back neutrality…

Rainbow colours of happiness

Suddenly turned colourless

Without a drop of indicator

Or use of the potentiometer…

I thought of exploring my diary

To read out my entire history

But not a word I could see

Can someone solve this mystery…

I guess it’s the end of my story

Or could it mean a new beginning

But really what matters is

Who erased my magic ink?