A Book Speaks

When you drop me on the floor

I get stepped on –my sides are share;

Torn-out pages make me grown;

I feel dizzy if I am thrown;

Every mark and every stain

On my covers gives me pain;

Please don’t bend me, if you do

I don’t want to talk to you;

But we will both be friend together

If you protect me from the weather

And keep me clean so that I look

A tidy, neat and happy book.

                                                                                  Niyati Jain

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