Someone asked me how can you put down your feelings so easily on paper.
And I thought, what else can be done when there are no takers!
The paper won't refuse when I want to write,
In fact, it will welcome me with arms wide.
Whether it is good or bad, I maybe happy or sad
It could be what I wanted or what I had.
Beginning from the universe to the hometown,
Anything I want, I can simply put it down.
I needn't even fear any reaction,
For it gives me full freedom of expression.
Allowing me to say everything I otherwise could not,
Either because I can't or because I should not.
Someday, by my side, friends & relatives may not be.
But even then, a paper will still be with me.
Although I know, not a word does it understand,
In spite of it, to heal my wounds, it lends me a hand.