Margins
By Mridula Murugan
Margins wait
beside the page,
quiet places
blank and pale.
They are not
the center line,
not the sentence
meant to shine.
Still they hold
the smaller things—
question marks,
half-finished thoughts,
tiny stars,
crooked arrows,
words written fast
before they’re lost.
They make room
for extra doubt,
for a change of mind.
What does not fit
in a perfect line
simply settles
at the side.
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