Dust Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I found out my favourite book
Among a heap of old books,
Dust covers all over it,
I removed the dust from it
And placed it with my new and shiny books.
But I felt my dearest book was unhappy,
Though I removed the dust from its surface,
I could not wipe out its love for the old friends from its heart;
So I took the book from the new
And kept it again in the midst of its old companions.
Then it began to smile spontaneously,
I realized my favourite book was happy and contented,
My heart too danced with joy.