Blank Piece Of Paper Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Blank Piece of Paper


A blank piece of paper
That was my mind.
It's streams and rivulets of thoughts
I couldn't find.

But then I read
All kinds of books.
I read their crannies and nooks.
Now my mind shook.

The books' sheets of paper
Were not like mine.
Their lines and sentences
Were replete in my mind.

They ignited sparks of interest you see.
My blank piece of paper started to fill in me.
Now I had many stories to tell.
And I wrote them originally to read and sell.