Why are you not talking to me?
I hold treasures just come and see
Come rustle my pages
The knowledge I hold spans ages.
Look at my jacket
It’s art at its best
I’m dressed to seduce
Come set the wisdom on loose.
Feel my binding with your hand
It speaks of the bookbinders work grand.
Don’t fold my pages or give me dog-ears
My glory and my value it smears.
Here I am, a Book for you,
As a companion I hold vast value,
Cherish me and I’ll be your friend
Will make you wiser and set your insights on ascend.
When the night is long and cold
Curl up with me to listen to tales untold.
When there is nothing better to do
Come to me, we’ll talk, me and you.
(7 July 2006)
Nice poem Preets, books were the best friends for a generation, now probably its Internet.
sorry to say preeti.....but this seems to come frm d mind and not frm d heart.....
QUITE THE INTRIGUING TOPIC...FINE WORK, PREETS...DON'T BE SUCH THE STRANGER...FRANK/FJR
Nothing is more rewarding than choosing to live in a good book for a while.Very fine write, Preeti. Regards, Sandra
the thing i love most is to curl up in bed with a good book...and its raining cars and dogs ouside! ! ! ...a bowl of peanuts would be great! ! ! ...great poem preets...havent seen you on PH for a looooong time...love...nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really....Books make the best of friends and their intrigue never ends! !