POEM: The Bookshelf

My bookshelf is my retreat.

It’s what brings me solace and comfort every day.

I show love to my books every day.

I love spending time with them,

Browsing through them,

Making the next reading list for my nightstand.

I love keeping my bookshelf in pristine and impeccable order.

Each tome holds its orderly place on the shelf,

Following the alphabet,

Just like in a library.

There are two alphabetical rows for my books.

One for the books that I have read and loved,

And one for those that I am yet to read and love.

The books, once read,

Take a supporting seat in the back of the shelf.

And those that are yet to delight me with their stories

Are in the honorary front row,

Until their turn comes to join me in my reading nook.

It may not look like a rainbow,

But it makes the best reading sense to me.

My bookshelf is the reflection of me.

Tell me what books you read,

And I will tell you who you are.

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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 123.