Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

A book named I used to read,

Others the cover I used to see.

No worry the books I won't read,

Don't Judge a book by its cover,

You see.

A man no life walking,

Beneath the street.

Question I interrogated him, 'Why do you waste your life",

No answers I could hear from him,

Why a skill doesn't tally him.

The next day, A book just clashed me,

After all from him,

The answers I wished,

Had the book with it.

Nevertheless, Not orally but written,

The author of the book,

None another than,

The questioned man,

Don't judge a book by its cover,

Oh you see!

Flowers felt him, the same as we,

Why do you hatred the man in feem,

Look out! Watch out!

Words we hear,

In care.

Why that lonely can't get such care,

When the fear touch his hair.

Just complexed with its real meaning,

Caught like the activity, Ginning.

I caught up with him,

My friend, good friend,

Not just a skill,

But like flowers in colorful wings.

Going out, With an inspiration,

Don't judge a book by its cover,

You see.