Is it merely just a paper?
Born from nature, molded by hands
Timekeeper of history, curator of mortal demands!
From the moment a kid scribbles their first doodles
To the moment a person records his last.
Is it merely just a paper?
A child’s canvas of boundless dreams,
Where letters dance, and colors gleam.
An artist’s appetite for creation,
Where he shapes his imagination.
A man’s plea of proposal, a revolutionist’s voice
A royal decree, a gift! Or a nation’s cunning ploys,
An innocent airplane, a love letter or a terrible ransom,
A waste or a cheque of money- quite handsome!
It has the power to bring tears or a simple smile,
A bridge between hearts, across many a mile
In ink, in lead, in blood or in gold,
Written in it are valiant stories to be foretold
Written in it are-
“A B C D”, “1 2 3 4”
“Apne matbhedo ko bhuljao aur Halla Bol !”
“Rohit weds Archana”
“He fought with honor”
“Sorry mom and dad, I couldn’t make it”
Carrier of Joy, Carrier of Sorrow
Plight of yesterday, Flight of tomorrow!
Is it merely just a paper?
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 8:29 AM UTC
Is it merely just a paper?
Born from nature, molded by hands
Timekeeper of history, curator of mortal demands!
From the moment a kid scribbles their first doodles
To the moment a person records his last.
Is it merely just a paper?
A child’s canvas of boundless dreams,
Where letters dance, and colors gleam.
An artist’s appetite for creation,
Where he shapes his imagination.
A man’s plea of proposal, a revolutionist’s voice
A royal decree, a gift! Or a nation’s cunning ploys,
An innocent airplane, a love letter or a terrible ransom,
A waste or a cheque of money- quite handsome!
It has the power to bring tears or a simple smile,
A bridge between hearts, across many a mile
In ink, in lead, in blood or in gold,
Written in it are valiant stories to be foretold
Written in it are-
“A B C D”, “1 2 3 4”
“Apne matbhedo ko bhuljao aur Halla Bol !”
“Rohit weds Archana”
“He fought with honor”
“Sorry mom and dad, I couldn’t make it”
Carrier of Joy, Carrier of Sorrow
Plight of yesterday, Flight of tomorrow!
Is it merely just a paper?
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