A long time ago, I came to a blank page,
Not aware of what I could create.
It was something mundane,
Something that didn’t have anything to gain.
But there was a thought in my head,
Yes, a thing that needed to be said.

I did not know why it had that light,
When the day itself was nothing bright.
That day I wrote something stupid,
Actually, I don’t know how to put it.
I thought, I will go there once or twice,
But then it became my daily choice.

Why did I go back to that page?
Even if there was nothing to engage.
I will say there was something to soothe,
Seemed as if I had found my muse.
And, now if there is anything I can’t express,
I know, words will always make me feel that caress.