Some used me for frivolity; Some to forget disdain; Every recurring instance, I was used, rather owned ! Some used me to flaunt and reaped praises; Some just vent and shoved in dark abandon ! Each single time, Felt I, exploited; rather belonged ! Some smeared their names on me, Some left it on the pretext of being anonymous. I was never let to have an identity; Many a times, empty I existed: None ever sensed my voids in full; I, a mere blank page ! Never ever being t-h-e 'BLANK PAGE' Thankfully none owned me and I didn't belonged to anyone; since they left me as such, the next someone could use again, in whites or in hues, to disown further; to either become someone else's pride or graveyard of burried thoughts. This thought was pricking inside since long, let it be here...just be !
