The Blank Page

this is a random poem i made one day at school in a free period. where did i get the inspiration? There was a plain white blank page in front of me.

The Blank Page

There are pages with print.

words running over it at a sprint.

The papers are filled,

words on it are drilled.

A story to tell,

a book to sell.

The pages now have voices from beyond.

All the while the blank page is looking around,

it wants a song, a story, a play.

Oh, when will come that fortunate day,

When the writer finds a pen,

and enters the minds creative den,

to write if just a letter on white,

the blank page wishes with all its might.

A voice it does want,

for it to be the inks place to haunt.

Thus, the blank page has a story his own,

but none can hear it; Alas! he moans.

Author's Note

what do you guys think? this was done in a hurry but i still want to know your views so i can keep in mid the points next time around.
thank you for your time.

Reviews

[Rahul]

"the blank page has a story of his own... "

kinda like the depth of your writer-ish poetry. liked the way the swagger of yours at words. looking forward to reading your work now.