Blank paper and a pen
Stark white,
staring back at me
But what am I supposed to write?
Sitting here trying to bring back memories
Of people, places, and dreams
Causing misery and apathy
not the other way around.
I belong in between the pages of the epic poem
Not the sonnets or the limericks
I must belong there,
somewhere.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
have u still not realised where u belong? not in between the pages but as a title cover-- your outlook in life has to change so that your personality reflects the persona of the title of the poem whatever -10 anjali