By Tanushka Luthra
My dearest,
Did I mention you about the other day
When I went to a book fair??
There I found a book
A beautiful interesting book
Which I had never seen at bookstores before
It seemed so rare..
But the book was quite expensive
Which my pocket couldn't afford
But I found it so interesting
That I bought it somehow
And kept on my shelf like a victory's reward
On the first day, I sat with dedication
Believing I'll read it soon and complete
Reading pages with interest..
But slowly I grew out of it
Did I break my own trust??
The second day I sat again
I tried to read a few more page
Yet again I couldn't
What was it that changed
The book was the same
So was I
But I liked the book by the cover
Not by author's work and name
Then I knew what the book was about
And I got over it
Maybe I never would have been tempted to have it
If I had already got that exposure
And now it stays abandoned
Between some of my books on the shelf
Forgotten feeble forlorn
And I wonder
Is it the same way love works??
Love at first sight??
Tempted to have someone
Without knowing them
By Its Cover
By the look of them
And desiring to have them
Even if they were out of your league
Like the beautiful expensive book
But what if you didn't like them
What if you get over??
Is love, too, just a book
Something we desire without knowing?
Until we open its pages,
And find it’s not what we were hoping?
By Tanushka Luthra
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