The Folded Paper

Published on June 23, 2023

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In the realm of existence, a book unfolds, Where I, a mere mortal, my destiny untold. A paper, fragile, unknown to the core, In the hands of a might, my essence I explore. A being with might and power, ancient and wise, Flips the pages of my life, with his searching eyes. As he reads , the time swings like a tree , where the papers gets turn and i ll find the reality of me But who am I, in this space without a name, Lost in this symphony with the mighty's flame I long to unravel the chapters concealed, To grasp the essence of the stories revealed. Yes, I am the paper, a vessel of stories untold, Unfurling my essence, a narrative to behold. Yet, as I find, my purpose unknown, The ink stains of my tale remain yet to be shown. Unaware of the reality, I am just a paper, Waiting to unravel myself, like a hidden caper. In this unknown book, my story unfolds, A life unknown until the might beholds. With each turn of the page, my existence grows, Breathing in the moments, The ink within me flows unknown of secrets, woven with grace, They get revealed to me, as the mighty ponders my space. I came alive seeing an unknown mighty and power and as the time flows with paper the fate of me showers, But who is this being? with power so grand, Who peruses my words with an all-knowing hand! Yet, as time dances and the might reads on, I know not when the book shall be withdrawn. For when the last word shall be whispered by the divine, My book borrowed by the might shall return with the very last Line In this symbiotic dance of might and stranger, I just am a granted life, and i have a chance to savor. But as the book closes, my existence departs, and i shall return to shelf with an unknown start Oh, mighty reader, in your cosmic embrace, Unveil the verses, let my purpose find its place. Grant me clarity, as you turn the page, Illuminate the purpose of my mortal stage. In this dance of life and death, I embrace,The moments, each cherished in your space. For now i am just a paper, graced by your touch, And with your final wishper, I shall return to the dust.