The Poem

*THE* *POEM*

Scribble me on a paper,

Scratch me where no one can.

Erase me if you find me wrong,

Replace if I act incoherent.

Cover me if I need to be protected,

Taste me by your tongue twice.

Play me on the lip of yours.

Vocal me in your melodic voice,

I am yet to be written,

And not to be forgiven.

So give a meaning to my life,

Enlighten my emotions to others.

Just complete me for once and wise. 

- *CHETNA* *SINGH*