An Open Book
There was a time when i used to think
I would be an open book to one
whose mind would never shrink
(cause a book can be read by everyone but understood by the one whose mind has no limits)
I used to wonder if one will be there
"Will i be able to share each and everything?"
(cause only a book can share it's everything with the one who reads it )
I used to have a desire to know
"Will he be able to walk with me till the end?"
(cause in order to get to know a book you have to complete it till the end)
I used to wonder when everything will get fainted
"how will he be treating me ?"
(cause when a book becomes old then the one who understands & values that treasure will keep it with him even if he has to read it again and again ,still he will have the same feeling like he had reading it for the first time)
In the end,i just stopped wondering .. <3 :)
Comments
Did the book found his reader ??
Its**
yess.... :))
Beautifully written and expressed ..... Beyond my thoughts .. 👌👌
Thankyou so much... :D
love the honesty felt in this beautiful write😊👏👏👏👏👏✍
yes,truly said!
Thank you so much and I'm glad you liked it :)
Always admire your thoughts..:)