Paper

A paper is the name given to me,

Struck by grief and shout in glee.

I am light for I have no weight,

But when compiled one will have to stand at the gate.

You can write on me,

You can splash on me.

But remember you have to look through me,

Because it is me who will be your ultimate key.

Sometimes I get crumpled in anger,

Become to lose my shape and be in danger.

I come in different colours to make you feel happy,

Not to bear the torments and be unhappy.

Eventually and gradually,

The day bids bye to me.

For I know a paper am I,

With no hope to say goodbye.