Page

One moment, I’m empty

The other, filled with words, symbols, signs

I tolerate the incoherent, the messy handwriting

And take pride in good presentation

Though, given a choice, I’d prefer to be blank

I make a mark, only when filled

Though I’m called a page,

I’m a mirror of your thoughts and emotions

Just read me, to read yourself !

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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.