I am a Closed Book,
Hard to find and tricky to digest,
Layers of dust tightly clasping me all around,
Lying hidden somewhere underneath the shelf,
Playing Hide and Seek with the world.
Anhan! It’s not easy to dissect me,
Beware; don’t get fascinated by the cover page,
As they say, looks can be deceptive,
Still, if you dare to know me,
You got to drown underneath to measure the extreme depth.
Nothing inside me is stagnant,
Being a closed book portrays me as heartless,
But in fact, there is a river of emotions flowing inside,
The rhythmic heartbeats are audible in utter silence and intense closeness,
All this, in reality, could be enjoyed only by the chosen few.
Every chapter in this book has a different story to tell,
A lot of unseen shades behind,
A bouquet of expression to unveil,
Unique Flavours and Aroma to experience,
All in all, a blend you can’t afford to miss.
I am different with different persons,
Be simple with me and you will enjoy,
Try to complicate and you will get entangled,
Often you might think that you know me very well,
But still, there is a lot more in me to be explored.
Choice is yours how you want to deal,
However, one thing is sure you got to read till the end,
But actually, there is no end,
There is always a new beginning with a Closed Book,
This is what makes me more interesting.