Silly pages! Poor Papers!

To the thousand pieces torn from A3, A4 sizes of paper..
And sometimes half of A4 fixed in some spiral diaries,
Getting detached with the stretching holes...

Thank you for carrying my silly poems, 
Thank you for making me good to previous one...

Thanks for removing some unwanted weeds growing in my mind and some useful emotions which were about to reap...

Thank you paper and pages for not having ears to hear all those stupid things and creeps and creeps...

Thank you paper and pages for listening my every poetic needs..

Thank you silly pages and paper to get expired when I ask you to die...

Thank you poor you, for bringing a death to the poet in me.

-SSS
Copyrights, 2014