Hurrying thoughts clamored for utterance
But there was no one around
So, she she picked up her pen
But words were nowhere found
Life had taken a pause
While she was deep in her thoughts
But she couldn't discover who she was
And, the tongue was at drought
So, here's her book
Full of empty pages
Telling all about her
Letting free from the cages
And this is the book
Setting up the stages
Know who you are
Fill up the empty pages
Dark curtains block the light
Lift up the illusions and make it bright.
YOU ARE READING
EMPTY PAGES
PoetryA touching poem about self discovery and the miracles of destiny.
