Greeting Cards

Those on sale greeting cards

Written by others consonating with our scar.

In the few words they carried tons of emotions

In the synonyms of the love was heart's treasure.

The few, deep rooted guilt where unlaced

With the dark white roses turned pink with shame.

Over the silvery card-stock were encrusted feelings

Over the words that were gold and appealing.

Some were sorry and some thanking for others

Some were for new year and others for Christmas.

But they all had the same papery love

That mended relations that were rough.

The drops of eyes fell upon those quotations

By the receiver who held in their hands' their affection.

Those little names left sometimes unsaid

Fill in the mysterious glances of those who read.

But still their originators rest in peace

Because their lovely messages were people's heed.

All of its new and old papers remains same

In their emotions and those expressed trails.

So never they die and never were buried

They still created the new memories.