The books on the shelves,
Called me sonorously
Come, clean the dust on my cover,
And have a look on my pages,
No one reads anything in us
Why? Please answer!
I was asked by a book
But, I was dump enough to believe that,
They seemed dusty,
In a sudden, a book called me from a locked shelf,
And said, please take me out from this lock!
I want me to be read,
But others were wordless!
I just stood near my library,
To have a book read!
The books were speechless,
Might they found a grin on my face.
But I was deafened by someone!
The books in the shelves broke the lock,
And flew away.
But one book couldn’t fly,
As it was wing-less.
I found myself guilty,
As I have done injustice with my books.
But feel sorry for,
What I have done with my books!
The books on the shelves,
Called me sonorously.
Come, clean the dust on my cover, and have a look on my pages,
No one reads anything in us!
Published in Daily Times, February 10th 2019.