We read most books
But only few read us back
Now that the pages thrills a look
White pages turn black
Bright pages turn blank
It is the book that read me
Life changes as you see
broght a new me
You and I turn we
Charecters hunt my identity
A featherless wing, Wingless bird
Confusions fade absurd
It is a mild different reality
Words without letters
meaningless sentences
eyeless book mouthless shouter
My new charactar protector
I became a bookworm
You are human worm
running through my brain
Ask me if I'm fine
even though you know I am not
You are still the one and only one
Book that read me
We read most books
But only few read us back
Now that the pages thrills a look
White pages turn black
Bright pages turn blank
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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