🌺Paper Flowers 🍁
—Zahidul Jamy.

The white paper holds no value,
When burned, it turns to ash,
Left in dustbins, it lingers,
On the streets, dreams fade into oblivion.

With ink, kings reclaim their realms,
Yet, in an instant, they lose it all,
On paper, deceivers write,
Usurping wealth, leaving beggars to fall.

Your child writes on paper,
Turning father into a homeless soul,
A wife claims her husband’s debts,
In the name of love, she takes control.

Letters weave dreams of affection,
Silent papers weep as they flow,
History of wars, tales of life,
In paper’s embrace, glory begins to glow.

In every land, the song of paper,
Adorned with metaphors profound,
In deep meanings etched in ink,
Creation awakens in hearts unbound.

Bengali poetry, Russian voyages,
Greek philosophies, Arab wisdom’s dance,
On paper, humanity unfolds,
In flowers, the essence of existence finds its chance.

Thus, the paper reveals itself,
Love, struggle, life’s narrative told,
This precious paper flower blooms,
Bearing witness to stories, both new and old.

Though the white paper seems without worth,
It etches countless tales of grace,
Echoes of the past, whispers of tomorrow,
In this paper, humanity’s eternal embrace.
26.09.2024