By Darshita Samanta
I sat down and thought for a while,
What a blank sheet of a paper can do to my life.
Had an hour to fill it with what comes to mind,
All I could think what this paper meant in my life.
A black spot on the paper,
Is like the scar left on your character.
Using a whitener wouldn't help,
Cause the remains are still there.
A crumbled paper cannot be fixed,
Breaking one's heart cannot be mended.
A paper with a hole can't get back to it's original one,
Just like a friend that backstabs you and declares
that "Our friendship is done".
A green, red or blue ink on the paper,
is like the true friendship, love and care we have for people.
A paper with hue's, is about what good things we do,
that takes away other people's blue's.
Done with churning my brain over it,
the blank sheet of paper now filled with it,
that's what this poem is all about,
this blank sheet of paper is now filled with my thoughts.