A Blank Page

Standing alone in the crowd

-Neither humble nor proud-

With no steps to take,

No journey to make,

It’s a blank page where I am.

With no words to say

And no thoughts to convey

No lyrics to write,

No view to sight,

It’s a blank page wherever I go.

The soul doesn't glow,

The ink doesn't flow,

The soul doesn't cry,

No thoughts to pry,

I remain a blank page.

But I remain to be filled,

For my passions to be stilled.

To be gained and lost

For my fire and frost.

I won't just fade away.

With the wind, I find my way

And fall into a poet's hands,

With my share of dust and sand.

To be scribbled with sweet verses,

Though he falters and curses,

Eventually finds the heart

And plays his perfect part

In what I had failed, he fulfills.

For not always a page spills

Its own secrets. A poet was made

To etch on my wrinkled face.

Till then I calmly wait.

Someone will fill this blank page.