Some Books .........

Some books lying on my table,
Opened up to hug my eyes.
But I moved away and ignored,
Their crying words for a while....

They were calling hard,
I kept quiet.....
acting not to hear them weep.
They chose to sing,
They chose to recite,
The lovely themes that could ever be.

Then there was a giggle,
I turned to read the riddle.

The sudden gush of wind made them
Flutter like the butterflies.
And some of them even tried
To fly away in the night.

I got back to them,
Holding them close to my side.
Some gripped me hard,
Some chose to jump aside.

On the floor, some lay
With open arms like a child.
I could see tears in those eyes,
Waving hands from side to side.

I hugged them tight,
To make them feel light.
It was a delight ,
To have them in my sight

Mornings with them,
And ending nights.
Some played with my mind,
Some played with my eyes.

Some turned away
Looking at other side.
Like feeling offended,
On my ignoring them for a while

I picked them up with an apology in my eyes,
With smiles of words they forgave me.
And accepted me and my mind.

For their words reflect in my eyes,
Through eyes they reach my mind,
And from there, to my conscience.


Aekaek said…
Books and friends must be the same few and good
Ravinder Kaur said…
Thank you aekaek tadj for liking and yes books are friends and one of the best friends any one can have......

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