I feel like a blank page
So blank, so desperate,Wants to fly away
But just can't leave the place
So engulfed in own thoughts
So indifferent of all inks
Of all indifferent people
That sometimes I find myself on the ground
While sometimes as planes and balls
Amidst crowds of deafening sounds.Only feel worthy
When there's poetry
A beautiful rhyme of wordsOn me,
I feel full, I feel complete
I feel my life's been worth it.Ishita Singh
©copyright 2016(Yeah, I know second stanza has too much metaphors!)..
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