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.