The Wrinkled Paper

poem by: Bonny Bhagat
Written on Oct 11, 2016 

At times am a 
crushed dream;
of a musician who wants
his lyrics to scream.
At times am a torn
love letter of a teen;
who wants to show
his love as he is so keen.

At times I gives the
poor kids the joy;
By becoming 
their only toy.
At times I become
the Blurred Image
of a painter's mind;
making his brush to
draw picture of its kind.
I do put them 
all in the glory;
but its me a wrinkled
paper who has its untold story!!!

 

Tags: rhyme, inspirational, deep, wishful,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Wow.Very well written poem.
Annie Kirby commented:
I enjoyed this a lot, great write!

 

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