Flying high on the white-ruled papers,

Writing definitely gives me wings…

Lying in bed, lifeless at times,

Writing comes to my rescue and picks me up…

The things I have never shared with anybody ever,

My pen and paper know them well…

For when I have been expressionless,

Words and alphabets made my heart feel light…

Whenever I envisioned about taking a flight of life,

People cut my wings….

When I shared the vision with paper,

Pen motivated me to aim for a higher flight…