The Book You Should Never Fail To Read Poem by lalitha iyer

It is a book
the pages are glossy
and printing a fantasy
the story is quite old
yet charms are gold
the looks are cozy
keep them closed
the lips are crazy
sip them up
the cheeks allow space
fingering down to the race
the valleys are lovely
the witches are black
with deceiptful blouses
they dragonise the tales
they tell stories
of ages filled with softness
the book is ripe for reading
when the vision is blinding
with the lightening arches
that storm the castel walls
the reader wonders
and the book counters
the story willing to be read
and the reader aching to add
the history is often repeated
and the end totally flattened
the moral is precipitated
when all is over and stipulated.