Witnessed the life of plenty,
Surprised and overwhelmed a bunch
With pretty rays,
Like the ones that lit up the inside
Of enlightenment and ecstasy,
Instigate a sense of inspiration.
Dim yet enough
For an insight into the peck of lives!
Years has wrapped in dust
Bought in along rust.
Helpless, not a mere word anymore
With plethora of tales in here,
Stacked through the years
More like a simile
For those chapters in a book,
Never brimmed out of the hook.
They walk past me
Unaware of the very reason behind their smile.
I am right in here
With more blank pages as always
Yet to seek and peek,
Stack in more
For the world to read one day
The ink stained pages.
I am here for long
Till you long for.
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