My hands remember,
The blotches of ink,
Stained like graffiti,
On my palms,
Reminiscing the days,
Of my student life,
Who was penning,
In the soulless paper,
Infusing a new life to it,
Giving a purpose  it,
Without letting it go waste.

I had promised to most my works on my wattpad wall. So, I posted a selfmusing.