Rusting books

It’s been a while, I am dozing

Beauty of mine, bruising

In a corner, a library shelf

Awaiting the touch of human self

Shouting high for vigilance

My volume down for library silence

I am hurt within, to heal

Cure, the time and space that’s taken by reel

Dusted surroundings, dusted stacks

Foggy sight and dusted minds

Timely attention, that’s my brook

Cry it out loud, the rusting books

The emotion and the smell, I hold

The experience and mistakes never get old

Years after a bella regret

Treat it before, it’s a threat

I witnessed loving hearts

I burned the sorrow hearts

I counted the beat-less hearts

I still have beats in my heart

I can be the guide, I can be the warrior

Words the sword, and glory I conquer

Knowledge Arena, seer beauty to uncover

Mystery within self, to discover

Hall of fame, I am still not up for rolling

"If you don’t like to read, you haven’t found the right book." – J.K. Rowling

Drenched in darkness, I forgot my shadow

Time and evolution, burnt me hollow

We ashamed, being a low-key

Society, the dune and drowning me

Craving for knowledge, carving me

Moulding yourself, I guarantee

Let’s turn the page towards old age

Wipe off the dust, free me from the cage

Timely attention, that’s my brook

Cry it out loud, the rusting books