The Paper Notes

"At every possible place, I left pieces of paper

In a hope that,

when you pass by

you'll pick some, or at least one.

One day the Wind was strong

That very day, I saw,

Time acting like a mortal soul.

Though papers were blank

But they both cared less.

Then after few moon talks

I wrote few lines

and left it near the door.

Now its been quite sometime.

With that paper still on the floor,

mild wind brings in smoke

and time drones."