God created us like a blank paper
More white than milk
More pure than rain
He let others walk into our life
Take that pen by the side
And let them make their mark
Some write, some just glance around,
Some erase what they wrote,
Leaving us never the same.
Some marks run deep,
Some on the surface
Some start new
Some complete the marks
And we change therefore
And change continues every day!
do not forget some one with black blank paper! they must have white colour pens to make their marks. do you have white pen, then?
So well said. I would add that some make marks that are unerasable and stay with you for life. Beautiful, Deepa. GS
So well said. I would add that some make marks that are unerasable and stay with you for life. Beautiful, Deepa. GS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice Deepa. Such an interesting way to look at life and how those around us make their mark. I really enjoyed this. Sincerely, Mary