Little n’ nimble fingers, touch you, <br />Fold you, crumple, may cut you, <br />Crackle, lines mould a boat appears, <br />In the rain, along the drain, muddy feet, cheer <br /> <br />Small hands hold a brush, <br />Colors, hold sway over heart, a new crush, <br />Eyes with bloo, ‘ed, green glean, <br />Over you a smudge riots clean, <br /> <br />Letters syllables new jumbled lines, <br />Lead leaves grey marks; mind in prime, <br />Oh no Ma the “S” is tricky, <br />A tear dropp warms you, before wetting cheek’ey <br /> <br />A word, a petal, a young man’s emotions, <br />Passion from the red recesses, pour ink’n motion, <br />The pink sheet, a pigeon of feeling aspires, <br />Will cry to her, his hearts, desires <br /> <br />A paper, oh paper, on paper, these scribbles, <br />With paper, in paper, on paper, <br />You art so thin, seem bare a’skin, <br />The soul of the timber, the nature <br /> <br />Oh Paper! <br />---- <br />Hisar,05/November/2008<br /><br />Rajesh Kumar Vaid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-paper-2/
