Ishika Gautam

The Book From The Corner

I open the last book on Earth,
I saw the dust of my own,
It was titled with ugly words,
And the nightmares I was shown,
At the end of my library,
Like the rest were scattered,
It was bonding with the webs,
And the little did it mattered,
I saw that last period,
While the book lying on my chest,
I was staring the ceiling,
Like I was following its behest,
I open the last book on earth,
Which forced me to glower,
I read my death in the last,
While I was dying like a wither flower.

Comments1

  • spilleronsheet

    It’s very sad
    Yet so poetic
    Like the last book in stall
    I, who stand at corner wish to be interpreted once in life
    Great writing dear poet

    • Ishika Gautam

      How sad it must have been for that last book to feel the hatred that every one must have shown. Thank you dear reader!✨



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