The Teen Girl At Book Fair Poem by Tuwa Noor

She came to the book fair and her eyes filled with glittering of stars

She stood in front of my bookstore.

The screaming of the microphone on the stage came down

The men and women stopped taking selfies for a few moments as well.

All the noise came to an end.



She was not the daughter of a minister or a member of parliament!

She is not a daughter of wealthy man!

Not a daughter of a poet or artist!

She picked up an illustrated story book with so care.

She was turning the pages with a great surprise!

What a wonderful luster!



She wiped up the poorness of the book fair.

She was like the princess of a fairy tale!

Her touches turned the faded city into a different green.