Hello! Sorry for posting late today. But here goes a little poem on new books, and how awesome it feels to buy them:
NEW BOOKS
“Papa, papa, let me buy
The books there in the shop!”
Exasperated, Papa replied
“All right, I know you can’t stop.”
“KA-CHING!” Says the machine
And two minutes after that
A lovely book is in my hand
Sitting brightly whitely fat.
Once I get home I don’t
Bother to change my clothes
But jump on to my bed
Opening the book closed.
Sniff! I smell the pages
The fragrance of lovely books
“Read me!” The book cries to me
With a booky-booky look.
As I start reading, oh the joy!
The words splashing on my mind
Like waves against a sandy beach.
Words to book are destined.
I forget my dinner and my lunch
I forget everything that I once knew
For my eyes to the long pages
Are stuck to them like glue.
The book may not have pictures
But I see them in my brain
Me going down in the author’s
Worded memory lane.
Lost in a world of dream
The words wrap like a vine!
Upon the jewelled sentences
I feed upon and dine.
And when the clock ticks
And I reach the very end
It’s like the Gods of the world
Blessings to me did send.
That’s it! I hoped you liked it. I wrote another poem which I will post tomorrow. Byeee!
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Tapasmi 