
The Girl In The Library
She tapped her fingers on each book,
sliding her fingers from left to right of the shelf.
Her craze was so much that even her pain ran away with tiredness,
they would try hard to make her cry,
but the library always made her feel peaceful.

She would spend hours to choose a book,
she would choose an old dusty book,
of whom no one was bothered about.
She mostly avoided the popular books,
thinking of unique which was chosen by none,
and she wanted to make them run in popularity.

Sometimes, she would sit all alone on the steps,
having a smile on her face and fragrance of flowers in the garden.
She would wear simple clothes with simple slippers,
but her feet would leave her words behind in the imaginary world.
No guy fell in love with her,
but only plants, flowers and butterflies waited for her.

While she danced with words,
the books would gossip among themselves,
thinking about her next pick up.
She would smile, be sad and angry,
Whenever the stories took the twist unexpectedly.
Only the library knew her footsteps,
only books knew her shadow,
and only the words knew that how much she was lost into their world.
-Jyoti Jamlingappnavar

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