Your favourite book is collecting dust
In a treasure box, that is starting to rust.
No one would dare to touch
Because it is too much
To handle with care.
Although it’s rare,
A vagabond would burn it with fire
To keep himself warm- that’s what he desire.
Being friendless, a companion is what he seeks.
Even if he is contagiously sick,
Empathy is what comes into his mind.
While dealing with his disease, he signed
His name on one page that he took.
That was him- the author of the book.



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