From the Last Page

From the beloved page of every student...

Some play, some write songs,

Some test their pens or sketch wierd faces

And some just write messages to the person sitting next to them

These are some verses from my one of my "last pages"

Etched somewhere are memories weak

Silently eroding the surface deep;

All maim some able being,

Ah! Memories are stronger than they seem.

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Azure heavens preen in a mantle grey

Just when it all melts away

And all that is there is just rains.

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One black Bird crashes into the face,

And the legion of black follows the feat.

One, two and three and more!

Mangled and tarnished lies a form –

Marking the fall of the Scarecrow!

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I see her sitting on a rock,

Pensive and focused;

When she is suddenly hit by a stone

And she fades away

In the rendition of the ripples.

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I spill, I flow, I etch surfaces and all,

Immortalizing words on paper and walls;

But little help am I to people with a life

As dark as my existence

For I am Ink and they are Blind.

-Vaisakhi Mishra