Book Shelf Poem by Varala Anand
Book Shelf
Behind the closed doors
The colourful books
Organized in rows
Umpteen feelings
Numerous writers
One sleepless night
The moment,
When sorrow overwhelmed
When solitude wedged
Trying to find myself
In the book shelf
I opened the two doors
All the books
Extended their hands
And embraced me
Like a flower in the garland
As a book among the books
I cuddled myself…
I found my permanent address
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