It’s a sheet, a plain sheet of paper
If we mark something
It won’t be the same, as it is
It could be a mark
Or something that speaks out of itself
Could be some marks
One could see, imagination
One could read that out
That could be explained
Could be praised or be criticized
Could be well known, get fame
Or
Being unknown passed away silently
Yet, there are chances
Many chances.
some marks, or even one can change
Everything.
Everything of that plain sheet of paper
Which is clean,
Soothing, peaceful
Calm, as its nature
It’s plain,
Unless gets marked
It speaks without words,
It tells everything.
Being untouched, by leaving it as it is
It lives.
It is life.
Let it be
Unmarked!
05 June’06
05:38 pm.