The longing of a Paper

Longing of a paper

The longing of a paper

for the words to glide,

like a magical incantation

on its bare facade, must slide.

Its long-drawn impatience,

in the absence of letters,

must give meaning to

it's blank life, a chaos

to its silent ushers.

Like an old lover

knocking on the door,

like a sailing petal

finding its course,

like the murmuring of

the wandering brook---

the words must sing and twirl

and leap and jive,

either in frenzy or in pride.

But must it form images, figurines,

stories, meters, and odes,

ballads, tales, and folklore,

of the mighty king in exile,

or of Pandora's hope.

It's not merely a paper

made of pulp and wood;

it can breathe, heal, and listen

with bated attention,

and a super-perky mood.

By Nandini Sengupta

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