Blank Pages
There is something about blank pages
Distinct from the ink-stained ones
The sheer thought my mind wages-
It is a street: long and of many turns
For it is criminal not to scratch a pen
On a perfectly white sheet, you see-
But it is wise to leave it alone when
Blank is what the page wants to be.
Copyright © Saksham Jain | Year Posted 2025
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