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*