These white pages.

I think my mind is blank,

I no longer know what to write?

I am lost in this world like these white pages in my notebook.

People around me are changing constantly hiding a dark and dull truth...

The sky is also an empty white page,

We humans have learnt to hide behind these white pages;

We have learnt the art of blending into these white pages.

Birds in the sky have started adapting to the changes,

Hiding secrets and not letting anyone know about it;

It is a dangerous game of these white pages.

I hope you like this poem.