BLANK

Staring me in my face, Is a blank page.
No lines no trace, showing its age.
“Where have you come from?” I ask
It says it flew from some artists desk
And flopped itself upon my shelf.

“You talk!” I jumped back surprised
“You listen.” it calmly replied.

There are wonders in me which all do not find
A face is hidden here which is mine.
Put your pen to me and see me shine.

My thoughtlessness put me to shame.
I looked away and tried in vain.
Not a spot of ink tainted its face.
I folded a blank page once again.