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It’s just one page, not the whole book,
A single line, a plain look.
Words dance quick, then slip away,
It's not the story, not just today.
No need to hold it like it’s all,
It’s just a step, a quiet call.
The tale keeps growing, page by page,
This moment is yours, not the whole stage.
Let it be dark, let it be light,
Turn the page, the next will come,
One page sings, and heart is done.
A scribbled thought, no heavy crown,
It lifts you up, it won’t tie down.
This page is free, a breeze that flows,
The book’s still open—where it goes, who knows?
Explanation
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Lately I have been so active on my second blog "The Eternal Texts" as I was busy reading theology and the content was bombarding in my mind. Suddenly yesterday night I had a crave to write a poetry and this is what I, Yash Gadade did. We live in a busy world and looking around us I feel the essence of art is dulling but who cares? I am going to write what I want to write. Coming back to poetry the title is "It's just a page, not the entire novel" by Yash Gadade, based on my upcoming book in next month.
The opening stanza setting up the tone:
It’s just one page, not the whole book,
A single line, a plain look.
Words dance quick, then slip away,
It's not the story, not just today
Life often feels rat race to me. Even though I am 22. Constant deadlines, fast paced world and passing moments. What if we are treating this moments like a page? A pages that is just turning not living. It's like reading a page but not really understanding what's written inside it. We all know a scribbled note is not a whole book and the "a plain look" refers to just reading out not understanding. Along with the next line where I wrote "Words dance quick, then slip away" which is the dissection of the plain look on face.
Take a look here
It’s just a step, a quiet call.
The tale keeps growing, page by page,
This moment is yours, not the whole stage.
Here, the poem yells about keeping patience. We don’t have to clutch every experience as if it’s the final act in our life because In my own life, juggling poetry, marketing, and late-night theological studies, I’ve learned that not every day needs to be perfect and utilized. Some pages are messy, some quiet, some of them are blank but they all add to the story. The moment is mine in both of my blogs but my whole stage is my real life. I tried to explain that in this para.
The third stanza is about duality:
Let it be dark, let it be light,
A spark of now in the endless night.
Turn the page, the next will come,
One page sings, and heart is done.
Antithesis; using opposite phrases in a line or sentence. This part is deeply personal. As a poet, I often write at odd hours, when the world feels both heavy and hopeful. The “endless night” isn’t despair—it’s the vastness of time, where every moment, good or bad, is just a spark. The phrase “heart is done” doesn’t mean an ending but a release, a letting go.
The final stanza is about togetherness:
A scribbled thought, no heavy crown,
It lifts you up, it won’t tie down.
This page is free, a breeze that flows,
The book’s still open—where it goes, who knows?
In marketing, I have been taught to stick to the brand image and brand message. The narrative and message cannot be changed in marketing. On other hand, the poetry it's opposite because it's a scribbled thoughts that doesn't need a throne. The “breeze that flows” reminds me the monsoon time of my childhood, where rain comes and goes, leaving you refreshed but not burdened. The open-ended “who knows?” is deliberate—it’s an invitation to trust the journey, not to map it.
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