Being born with a Blank mind,

The mind so fresh and new,

New was I to the world,

The very world where I grew.

Where was I before?

My memory all erased?

A new life within my mother,

In her womb I existed.

Before a Blank page,

Now a volume of novel,

Memories written so innumerable,

Not all of them do I remember.

My mind before a Blank blackboard.

Have consumed and chewed chalks,

The best I tasted,the rest I  rubbed

But the dust in the air,

I breathed and coughed.

The mind no longer crystal clear,

The rhythm of life making it heavier,

The same sweet sad songs,

Its music becomes the Lamp I hear.

And now do I see the blank space above,

The space is but a grand universe.


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