An unread Book .....................

She stumbled on the old book by chance,
Don’t know what made her have a glance,
A glance through the pages and a few lines,
Along with it she took another book as it looked better and fine,

For years the old book only got a simple look,
But it still remained an unread book……….
Every year, she would read “ her kind of book”
Which belonged to a particular “look”

She often thought to read the old book some day,
But that never came her way,
Every time she cleaned the book shelf,
She would tell herself
That book is worth a read,
But it still remained a far away heed.

One day a friend saw the old book,
Borrowed or may be just took,
Liked and appreciated it to a great extent,
But never returned the book that was lent………..

May be she wanted to read it now,
But then may be didn’t know how,
Or it never occurred to her,
That she had that book ever………….

May be for her I was like that unread book

Far distant away from her thoughts and look……………
Untouched, unheard, Unknown ……..