The Girl in The Library

I see you,

Monday falls with you

Tuesday is fresh in you

Wednesday brings you

What brings you for Thursday

Friday forgets you

Saturday never knows you,

Sunday will leave you.

The week is you,

A calendar was printed

In your name

A roman empire falls,

With your magic

You never laughed,

To anyone.

You leave the chair empty,

Empty

The books have a meaning

I read your eyes

That wants a flower

From the valley

The scope was

And I fell in love with you.

 

Sidharth P K

Kochi