#UnopenedPages

In the corners of old library,
lies a weathered, rustic shelf,
showing scratches, chipped at place,
have become dusty, and unkempt.

Yet, it had been home for long,
where I was kept, in my section,
along with my fellow companions,
waiting to be held, by claimants.

And I remember those times,
when I was loved and cherished,
changing hands, every...