Library
From Arya Patel

Covers and Images so beautiful, gorgeous which can enrapture,
Shades and colours so pretty, marvellous and had my mind's capture.
The brightest day of my life than any other,
Dreams to come to real are given only a chance and never another.
So many are the pages, words, pens, thoughts,
Colours of ink red, black, blue while some words were greened.
So many are giggling where some are sobbing when some are with dos and don'ts,
Seen many speckles with steel and even bone rimmed.
I read, read and kept on reading,
Till my migraters with wings returned from day work who were here for breeding.
Many were expressions and so were the feelings in them,
But what's needed is a heart pure as gold to hold them.
What if I am given another day,
Another day in Library,
Myself by me under the books would bury.
If I am given another day.
No matter if I have to use each and every sunray.
I shall steal golden threads of Akra to make it gay.
I would use my each and every breath,
And read inch by inch the long bookshelves' length and breadth.
Another day in Library given to me,
Is the best gift from my thee.