pen & paper

She was but a plain white paper—

Thin, white, spotless thing in the corner;

She was but as innocent as her colour;

Afraid of people to write on her

Her life is as lifeless as she may seem;

With no other colour that can be seen,

Her face was flawless;

Until that one night of sudden sadness

Alas! The pen saw her and got intrigued,

Fair beauty, even a beast will plead!

To share with a cup of tea and talk;

Even it’s impossible, he’d love a walk!

Day by day, he is charmed;

Day by day, she is alarmed.

For his touch will diminish,

The paper that has no blemish

Chances are possibilities;

She is stuck in pen’s uncertainties,

Unless, she takes the risk,

And let the pen do a whisk.

Truly, life is risk-taking.

Wonder are in those who’re here reading,

For they know how I made a masterpiece,

In pen and paper’s story piece.