A Song on a Blotting Paper

In the land of crib and grave,

I wandered…

I wondered if I am sane

Or haunted…

I opened up my heart box

And found it to be a hoax

I started penning my life

It became a book of jokes

Once in my dream 

I was a moth

I learnt to flap and learnt to fly

I got what I sought

Then came a freezing night

My wings drenched in dews

I cursed the frost and cursed myself

And bid my dream adieu

What I want is what I know

I know not what I don’t

I found what’s worth and found what’s right

It's a thing I wish I could write