krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

(1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

Those dusty book shelves of childhood...


Oh, give me those dusty bookshelves of the past
Where books held raptures that would last
A dry crushed flower or perhaps a frayed leaf
A worm eaten love story with an ending so neat
And all those fancy tales of faeries so good
Who lost their wands and cried in the woods
And of goblins who stole tulips and roses
All from the valley of love and happiness
And when the moon rose at the midnight hour
I would turn in my sleep and suddenly smile
Lost in a place of spells and charming power
And my cat settles softly between my legs and curl.....

Submitted: Sunday, December 15, 2013

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (12/18/2013 11:23:00 AM)

    Wonderful write. Childhood shelves remains dusty for many years till one get again time to dust it, refresh it once again back to childhood memories. Lovely poem. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (12/17/2013 3:48:00 AM)

    a v nice write Sir........the childhood memories are indeed refreshing and you have portrayed v well in this poem (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/16/2013 8:13:00 AM)

    Books, the treasured possessions of every man and child
    They take us to times gone by
    Also to lands, so far never travelled
    Can the ebooks with the printed word ever vie? ....

    The dusty book shelf has taken you to your childhood of fairy tales! Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

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