She grabs each book with panache
But lets it languish in some corner
Promises would be kept, she knows
When’d that day dawn, she doesn’t decipher.
Decorated with turmeric
Scented by cinnamon
Smeared with her favorite sauce
Some sit at her kitchen ledge, waiting to be read.
They enhance the ambiance of her home
Books are her first love
A unique drape that keeps her
Cloaked in her treasured trove.
Butterflies of her basement,
They charm, but
Keep her away from real beauties
That Mother Nature offers.
Her new beloved ‘Kindle’ is bursting
But the masked beauties
Know their boundaries
No eyes follow and no fingers beckon!
© Balroop Singh
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