Treasure Island

binod bastola

white paper

White paper:

Without any obligation;
No more any rules,
White blank paper, ink is my feelings,
Blink in my every thought.
What more?
Write the story; write thy life,
Many worldly hither and thither- -no more my bitter,
Hold in this life of scatter!
Non batter than vacant matter.
The search of own searchable life,
Deep and deeper nothing lies:
Thy own life- -tis a big quest of thy birth.
The paper white is thy life; write thy life in thy paper white!

Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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