Oblivion

By Chaitali Sinha,XI,SJA
I could merely smile,
and that would be enough.
You could see the glinting tear,
and that would be enough.
But the letters force me to type,
and so I write on and on,
furiously, silently,
the tears drop blurring the curves,
the papyrus wilts under the burden,
the nib breaks,
but I write on into oblivion..