Some lines drawn on the sheet,
Some lines drawn in vain,
Some lines with shades of dark,
And some erased somewhere during the path.
Some lines reluctant to express,
Some with a start till end.
Some having the truths to unfold,
Some with secrets hidden deep below their mold.
And then too all have a certain story to tell,
And a smile to share,
And some tears to shed.
Some lines drawn on the sheet,
They rise, rise where all of them meet.