The Blank Page


The Blank Page
The outer world sleeps never, shouting on top of its voice;
And why wouldn’t it? The night’s there to imbibe this noise;
The blank page has a death stare at me, just as I might have for it.

Maybe it would have chores pending, deadlines calling;
And is in a rush to reach somewhere but is still here–maybe where it doesn’t fit?
It could be empty and chipped, full of slits and painted all white without a zit.

Wouldn’t it like to express itself with letters and paint with all colors and shades?
Ever wondered why the page is so silent and remains that way!
Maybe it knows what it feels not being heard when there’s much to say.

My dear page you express yourself when I pour my feelings on you;
And you paint yourself with shades when tears drop and mix with the blue;
Well, my selfless page, you will never remain unheard for I’ll never stop writing on you.

This poem was written as I was busy doing nothing, thinking of writing something but without a topic. I hope everyone reading this smiles, you deserve all the happiness J Good day people! Live, laugh, enjoy and share infinite love!



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