My Love for papers
My father would sometimes say
‘Don’t waste that unwritten half of paper my daughter
because just to acquire that little space to learn and write
I have withstood many hardships in my life’.
He spoke of it
‘the unwritten half of that written paper’ I was about to discard
like being more precious than what it seemed to me
Confused..I asked why?
as he gently took away the paper from my hand
neatly stacked it and clipped them together in a file
‘I was poor’ he said, smiling
Believe me..even as a little girl that sentence he said, never surprised me
And together at the end of the year, I would help him too
to stack up those unwritten spaces neatly for my own future use…
And in these papers, I write today ‘proudly’
the stories of that little boy,
for whom these unwritten spaces were far to precious
than to just scribble, about his own life.