Dearest Reverent Readers🤎

Will anyone buy those burnt pages of books,

It has stories with thoughts,emotions with pain;

Authors blood untold confessions,unhealing scar;

Not only the pages,people too get old but,

People are becoming worthlessly weirdest,

While book pages are staying as dignified soldier,

The dust cried, tried to kill itself but couldn't help,

Books do live and have their own prison history, 

It is caged,the letter are tearing and shouting,

Did anyone else hear them,they are in hell.

Unless someone reads to finds the real meaning,

The real story is kept secret,until someone thrives,

To find what the author trying to tell you,is an art.

And you are artist if you find the real meaning.

Have satisfaction that you released the words,

And the words will finally have a reason to stay,

Stay alive in dark room,abusive hands,torn pages.

As it reach the right person the book is holiest,

Just like books,I also will keep myself secret;

And when the reader understands the stories,

That's where the author and the story will be alive;

To be read by Reverent reader is what book needs

To be loved by precious person is what I need;

If the book doesn't have the good reader then,

The words are read but never felt,meaningless;

If no one tried to loved me, or got me once then,

My poems are understandable but never known.

Those who can't read got billion dollar book,

Will never know the value,struggle,blessing.

Those who can't figure the words of poems,

Will never know the behind stories,buried scars.