Scribbling Last Page

It is just an ordinary story of a simple girl

Where she was fond of pen pencil books and beautiful colors

The girl is none other than me, it's me

It is my story...

Where my mom and dad gave me lots of toys and games to play in a free time apart from my studies

But in that free time, I use to remember how the teacher had taught me in the morning

I was a keen observer in the class, a very quiet silent girl who never troubled anyone.

But still used to get bullied by some of the few classmates because of her shape and size

I was too young and innocent how to deal with this situation

I never used to complain to anyone, sit on the last corner bench, and cried silently

I used to remove my anger my sadness whatever my minds thought continuosly

I just scribbled it out in the last page of the paper

That time I was not so sharp how to form a sentence word, how to frame feelings

So I just use to take my pen in my hand and scribbled out in the paper

As young I grown up, my feelings made me more strong and brave

Because now my feelings am framing into words

In this way I became a logophile

I don't know what is right what is wrong

I just know this much

My feelings are now converted into words

I am writing some words that others can read and get inspired

Through words, I want to spread positivity love and make the world brighter