Once again this child is forced,
To live in the world of paper and page,
I console this child for that’s the only place,
Which I can provide him at this stage.
Wait for the world may misunderstand you,
Wait for the world is not plain,
Wait for I provide you even ground,
There can be nothing better than a page.
You can live on it,
You won’t be hurt,
No one will be hurt by you,
Nobody will call you words.
You’ll be safe I tell you,
Live and I say you’ll have no fears,
To me my heart you are very dear,
O child don’t die, live.
If not in the world of reality,
Then live at least on this page,
For if you don’t live oh my soul,
I for sure shall fail.
This poem talks about expressing our-self,many a time world is not ready to hear us, at such hard times. I express my self to just the page where I give my thoughts a vent.I think I would have succumbed if I never knew how to write.To put it in the right manner, I learned to write as my dumb heart expressed itself.