If I Were A Book


If I were a Book,
On the shelf,
I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday.
Some would flip through,
Some would read through.

The fact that I would enter a reader’s mind, brings thrills.
The thought that one person may meet you daily, and then never again,
Makes me cry shrills.

I would swirl with joy when the winds blew in.
I would be left teary eyed if the rain came in.

How lovely would it be to alter one’s thoughts
How delighting would it be to put someone to deep slumber.
To some I would bring wonders and to others, thunder.

If I were a Book, My friend,
I would be called an ‘addiction’ by some
I would go along with decoction at home.
If I were a Book, My friend,
I would be be-friend-ed like none other ally of the own!

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