Open Book Poem by Daisy Pereira
Open Book
I am not an open book
every page not simple
every para not transparent
every word conveys
something to somebody
may not be to everybody
All books are like that
they stand and wait just for the right moment
for the arrival of someone
who may go through
a forlorn heart
holding the hands of the beloved
shall recite these words
once again
may be after a thousand years.
Human mind is so complex and much variable it is difficult to give one single definition a nice poem on nice subject thanks
Poetry in its definitions and communications to the reader in good sense and a beautiful poem here and I liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 3:47:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Everyone has his or her book in life. Thanks.