The story of a book

I am open, said a book one day.

One that you are welcome to read.

Walking away won’t change my words

Only that what you can see.

I am not a choice, it said

But one half of two.

I am whole, only with the stories inside

A sum of many pages, not just a few.

The glossy illustrations are distracting perhaps

The language too complex for your taste

Perhaps my saga is not your type

Or you found another, much simpler to read.

Move on to greener pastures, said the book.

If you cannot see –

Past the binding, the pages or through the words within

Or read the story that is me.

Yet came a slow demise to the book,

to the conversation, the possibility to be read.

As you placed the book under loud thundering skies

Drenched, cold and wet – left it out for dead.

The wrinkles on my pages will stay, said the book.

Its binding may loosen over time.

But the pages will hold the same stories still.

Though damaged and old, its stories will still be mine.

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Nandita Godbole

Once a botanist & landscape architect.

Now a personal chef & author, an artist, graphic designer, blogger & poet. 

 

Loves freshly brewed chai, the crisp salty ocean breeze, watching monsoon rains & walking barefoot through cold mountain streams. 

 

Believes in the strength, positivity of the human spirit. Is spiritual but not a fanatic. 

 

Mom of one. Two, if she counts her husband.

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