The Story - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The story had a problem.
It wanted to tell it itself,
But the student wanted to read it.
So neither knew what to do with it.
The story knew if it told itself,
It would be richer.
The student thought by reading it himself,
He could make the story better.
The story and the student sat in a quandary,
Both silent and unyielding.
But now the story started talking,
And the student started reading.
Neither heard each other.
Neither benefitted by listening to each other.
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