A noticeboard and a few other thoughts

I am searching for my name on this old noticeboard.

Finding one’s own name on the board seems a difficult task.

A cool breeze passes me to flutter a piece of paper pinned to the board.

This paper has lost all but just one pin to support its precarious existence on the board.

What would happen to the paper when it is finally uprooted?

Who would know that this paper once stayed on this board?

Unknown numbers of paper have come, stayed and vanished from this board.

Does anyone know exactly how many papers has this board hosted till now?

Oh! Finally, I find my name on a piece of paper on another corner of the board.

This paper is held strongly by the board now.

But what if I am not able to find this paper here on another day?

The noticeboard is full of pins.

Some of them are so rusted while some are about to fall off the board.

Most of them have lost their colours.

Yes! There are fresh pins too, but all the pins make their own marks on this board.

Some marks seem to be so deep while a few others seem to be healing.

Some of these pins may never leave the board.

One day this noticeboard would have been so clear without any marks.

Today it is difficult to see the board without pins.

Now, it is not the board which carries the pins but instead, the pins carry the board.

I wish I could go back in time to see the old noticeboard when it was fresh without any marks.

I wish I could remove a few pins which have made deep marks on the board but still reject the requests to leave the board.

Our old wonderful noticeboard has been accepting pins on its body every moment.

Most of these pins make very deep wounds and keep hurting.

I wonder whether I am capable of removing those pins.

I just wish I could make no more deep marks on the noticeboard.

While walking back to my nest I saw bulldozers uprooting the trees and levelling the ground.

It was getting late.

So, I walked hurriedly trying to forget the noticeboard and the other thoughts.