• narrator_prateek 5w

    Blank slate

    There is lot to pour but just words aren't sufficient now, he keeps on smiling with the grooves getting deeper in his heart, a lot to pour but no one to read, versatile is the adjective he gets to listen but it's hard to believe, he writes, he reads with emptiness wandering in him makes him feel nothing but weak, don't know with whom he can share or is everyone like this with fake fleets, time arrives when he leaves his blank slate, clean nothing written gets fill with sympathy and zeal.