August 13, 2010

Words of an empty sheet

come,
look at my face
ain't I blank?
waiting to be filled up
I do not know my fortune
what are they going to write on me
may be of fate
or may be of love
may be a poem
or I do not know what
I might see their smiles
or tears of agony
or torn up memories
of a bitter heart
nervous am I
for the flow of ink
of a leaky pen
might spoil up my beauty
I wait for the smiling words
to adorn my face
so that they read me
again and again.

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