I was a blank sheet of paper
Born with innocence
Wrapped in warmth
Grew without a mind of my own.
I carry with me blank sheets of paper
To write my story
Keep me warm
And pour out the things on my mind
With imprints of love, trust and hope
Friendship, goals, failures, my life.
I was born a blank sheet
Got defiled, torn and bruised
Today, I keep extra sheets
To write my overflow of experiences with no end.