Ode To A Book Poem by Priyanka Bhowmick

I look at your empty face
your name written large and bold
standing on the large show-case
and ready to be sold.
Some paintings of the unknown
and a few crafted so blank
you seem so sole and alone
though known as our best-friend.
I turn out your pages
one by one and so on
where a story divided into phases
where the hidden imaginations are shown.
Bringing out a number of expressions
you bring out the imaginary world
along with the faces of real occurences
reading word by word.
You give us vast knowledge
never can we gain without you
keeping the faith and pledge
as you always do.