Empty Pages

Let me go to empty pages waiting for me

Let's of stories are left unwritten craving

On those lonely poor, bit-yellow and

Those pages are the winters of hundreds

That disturbed thousands of souls, watching

Words and today are ready to shout

So poor they are like I am

Little courageous fountain and handful

To write the history on those unrolled

But poor pair of ours would

Troubled souls by the monster of

That once used to live

So what if I was killed but those

since ages,

to be written

torn pages of ages!

of storms

lives gelling spoiled without

their horrible killing stormy norms!

with nothing in hands but

determined heartbeats

yellow dirty empty pages!

definitely define the history of those

storms that killed the spirit of all

in my body and heart!

empty pages would take the revenge!

By Saumya Mehta.-Race Acdemy