Several books sat on the bookshelf
Yet you picked one.
Why?
What made you pick it?
Why didn’t you pick the one beside it?
Why must it be this one?
Why must it be me?
I sat quietly like the books
In the shelf,
My cover was hidden from you.
Yet you stretched your hands and picked me?
Did you find anything special in me?
But those other books beside me were also special,
You should have tried them out.
But you refused,
You wanted me.
At least That’s what you said.
You took me home, and make me yours.
Read me every single days,
Till I become part of you.
But then you don’t read one book forever,
You pick another when you get tried.
You got tried of me.
And returned me to the shelf you found me,
And went for the next book after me.
The same book I had asked you to choose
Instead of me.
What was so special about me?
What made you pick me first?
I was getting used to your laps
Only for you to bring me back to
The dusty shelf.
To pick another.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 3:15 PM UTC
Several books sat on the bookshelf
Yet you picked one.
Why?
What made you pick it?
Why didn’t you pick the one beside it?
Why must it be this one?
Why must it be me?
I sat quietly like the books
In the shelf,
My cover was hidden from you.
Yet you stretched your hands and picked me?
Did you find anything special in me?
But those other books beside me were also special,
You should have tried them out.
But you refused,
You wanted me.
At least That’s what you said.
You took me home, and make me yours.
Read me every single days,
Till I become part of you.
But then you don’t read one book forever,
You pick another when you get tried.
You got tried of me.
And returned me to the shelf you found me,
And went for the next book after me.
The same book I had asked you to choose
Instead of me.
What was so special about me?
What made you pick me first?
I was getting used to your laps
Only for you to bring me back to
The dusty shelf.
To pick another.
Don’t pick me if you don’t plan to keep me forever