I love the way the ink feels on me,

The different colors which beautify me,

I reside in a book,

I am always aware of your thoughts,

You are always beside me,

I help you with all your plans,

Bringing it to perfection,

You discard me a number of times,

I am angry with you for doing so,

But you are the only reason I survive,

After all I am just a Piece of Paper….