Those Dusty Book Shelves Of Childhood... Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

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.....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 16 December 2013

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!

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Kavya . 17 December 2013

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

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John Shea 17 December 2013

Wonderful Krish...pup has a friend..read Sammy

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Bri Edwards 20 July 2016

so your books served more than as forms of entertainment and means of learning to read. they held flowers, leaves, and worm-eaten love stories. oh, i think i'm getting confused. oh well. i like this. i had books on shelves above my bed for a few years in my teens. one favorite was Robinson Crusoe. i volunteer in our local library doing this and that to help out. i also read once a month to preschoolers there. i enjoy it and would do it more if they asked me. bri :)

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Sir, thank you....

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Daniel Brick 04 May 2015

I share your obvious love for books and it goes back to childhood when the characters and plots were not yet literature but something that was probably happening in the next neighborhood and might in mine next time. You capture effortlessly the magic of those early years, a magic no longer in reach but memories which will never abandon us.

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Madathil Rajendran Nair 20 April 2015

What a great poem! Wonderful! The longing of each one of us for the good old dusty bookshelves well described.

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Nestled in a nest of nostalgia that warms the heart.

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Geetha Jayakumar 18 December 2013

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.

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