Loose Sheet Poem by Manauwer Raza

Loose sheet is a part of me,
of what i think, what i feel...
its the journey of me,
of how i walk, how i kneel...
its the remembrance of past,
and the reminiscence of grief...
its the time 'm searching for me,
lost and draped in the fallen leaf...
'm broken and 'm lost,
the loose sheets are them which bind me sure...
and for the rest of me is just a body,
and 'm therein complete impure...
soiled with tears of pain stricken love,
a glimpse of words never dared to be told...
and waiting for the time to speak for itself,
loose sheets that carve of nothing but truth that hold...
so cut me open, see my heart,
you will see the legitimacy and the signs apart...
yes, it is all of me and me in pages
and this is all but a form of an art...