Curved out a sheet from life,
And made it the base.
Choose the darkest shade to paint it,
That matched the soul;
So whatever is written would shine out.
The board was unique,
Second to non.
Finest of the chalk was chosen,
To write the name that would remain forever.
Unaware, that the names
Would also bring a duster along;
And someday each one would leave,
erasing everything that they wrote.
But those dusters forgot one thing;
How much you try to erase,
The grey always remains.

– Ankur Mondal