The dusty books

Author: Waseem Raja

Tears come every night,

Invite my eyes,

Talk to my breathes,

Read my lips,

The dream is shocked,

Seeing the books,

Kept with the dust,

Birds built a nest,

I only cry,

I just wanted to die,

But books smile,

I got up right,

The message was high,

To hug it a while ,

I found myself relaxed,

Thou never be worried,

Thou be my friend ,

And shake my hand.

Published in Daily Times, July 7th 2018.

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