A moon with a sirius by side letting a light enrich the sky
She flicked through the pages of book as under the sky she lie
Her heart holds the thousand stories her soul is filled with words
You can read those stories through her eyes only if you want to search
Some pages are unclear , some words becomes faint
Leaving the inky footprint of the tears that tried to erase them
Some pages contain the galaxies of characters and some the orbits of life
Few people holds the main part , for some sentences define
Her bookshelf is crowded with different characters she has met
Some chapters named 'perseverance', some named 'fate '
There are books she never closes and the books she scared to open
Some chapters that never get dusted, and some pages she never turns
Her books live in moments not in future, past and present
It filled with metaphoric emotions and the eternal memories till the senescence
Some people might wonder why she write about the people she once knew
Because she hopes one day she will mean enough for someone to write about her too
_Swaleha Shaikh