#UnopenedPages
My pages used to be
bright and crisp,
bathed by the sunlight
when was bought to sight,
I felt good from inside.

I was taken to voyages,
I have the maps of the worlds
sailors holded me firmly
in the hands with pride,
like I was the only true friend
left for them alive.

I was looked after
for more than 30 years,
then I was sold
to the historical library,
here my pages turned weak
in presence of gloomy light.

I did rest for 60 years
until my pages started to soil,
I got buried under piles of dust,
mites attacked me heartlessly.
I missed the sunrays so much,
even the moonlight abandoned me.

I can't be preserved with formalin
but I could have been
wrapped or binded, given a
last chance to die in comfort care.
the journey from a star to dust
is painful, adventurous to torn
and missing pages,I wish
no books repeats my fate.