The Bookstore Poem by Nitesh Pradhan

In a quiet bookstore
A broken man wandered
Confused & misguided
Looking for himself In the writing of poets
Stories that speak to the deepest pain
Offering hope, like a gentle rain
He found solace in a sacred place
With each page turned, he found peace
Words whispered softly, like a gentle stream
So, in this haven of ink & paper
the broken man found his lost caper
A tale of redemption, written anew
In this bookstore, where his healing grew..