Little n’ nimble fingers, touch you,
Fold you, crumple, may cut you,
Crackle, lines mould a boat appears,
In the rain, along the drain, muddy feet, cheer
Small hands hold a brush,
Colors, hold sway over heart, a new crush,
Eyes with bloo, ‘ed, green glean,
Over you a smudge riots clean,
Letters syllables new jumbled lines,
Lead leaves grey marks; mind in prime,
Oh no Ma the “S” is tricky,
A tear dropp warms you, before wetting cheek’ey
A word, a petal, a young man’s emotions,
Passion from the red recesses, pour ink’n motion,
The pink sheet, a pigeon of feeling aspires,
Will cry to her, his hearts, desires
A paper, oh paper, on paper, these scribbles,
With paper, in paper, on paper,
You art so thin, seem bare a’skin,
The soul of the timber, the nature
Oh Paper!
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Hisar,05/November/2008
Rajesh Kumar Vaid
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-paper-2/
