People Into Books Poem by gule rukhsar

When i wake and rise
musing over the world around
i see them, they are books
a big array of them
spread around me
ensconcing a vast area

That one Blank i see!
of a paper so white and empty
barren it is
i can fill it anyway
i can mold it anyhow

That one Incomplete i see!
some leaves mislaid
requires completion
and those words
that are left untrodden

That one Penned i see!
everything complete in it
no words missing
no phrases lost
a stubborn manuscript

That one Open i see!
i can apprehend each word
seize each page
into my eyes deep down
no words cloaked in

That one Closed i see!
those pages untrodden
words full of mystery
i know not one
enveiled are they

The one Dark i see!
afraid to open i am
its gloomy and opaque
trying to escape its fears
i leave it unread

The one Drab i see!
its dull and drear
not a word pleasent utterable
encompassed by dullness
no reader to read

That one Blithesome i see!
its mirthful and sunny
delightful and gleeful
i read and utter
its glory i inspire

That one perspicuous i see!
i read i know
from it i learn
i discern its pages
descry its messages

That one Sacred i see!
i respect, i adore
keeping my eyes low i embrace
its verses and lores i believe in
its glare i gawk at

EACH ONE I READ
OR LEAST I TRY!