A sheet of paper
And a pen,
Is all, one needs,
A story, a tale,
A poem or a fable.
It goes through numerous emotions,
And plenty of iterations,
Crumpled, torn, thrown into the bin,
It complains to none,
Goes through the process, which has begun.
The paper surrenders
To the pen holder,
The maker, the creator..
Oblivious of what would emerge…
A creation unfolds,
A tale is told,
A pattern is designed,
Words flow, designs glow…
A medium of expression,
A mode of presentation,
A canvas to an artists creation,
A peek into the writers imagination…
If the paper had inhibitions
And lacked the courage to surrender,
We wouldn’t be able to read the bestsellers,
We couldn’t have become ardent art lovers..
Let’s learn our lessons from a simple paper,
With folded hands and trust, let’s surrender,
To our maker, to our creator!!
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