There are many books adorning my library
Every stack placed painstakingly
All your names feature in my catalogue
I know you by names and can recall every rendezvous
Each one of you have given me a new perspective
Sitting at the corner of my library, I have seen the world
Everyone of you have opened up to me
So that I could decipher the true meaning behind every words
Every picture registered in the canvas of my mind
I turned every page like an eager child
All of you have been my true companion
No matter the seasons and the year
I always looked at my collection with pride
Every one of you donning an interesting cover
From cover to cover, the pages sleeping in silence
Waiting for me to uncover with love, the way of the world
Every one of you had a different creator, who sacrificed you
It is such a sacrificial ritual for a writer, to reach out to readers like me
It pains them not, but is proud to depart with their possession
Filling you with all the tales and explanations of various themes
Through the centuries, books are a playing a vital role
It’s an art how you read them; read between the lines to decipher the true meaning
Now, I stand proudly in front of the shelves, which showcases my wealth
All of you are not part of a collection, but my friends forever…