Posted on October 18, 2007 - by rdilipk1

The shelf of mine

There are lots of people who come into our life and then move out and we don”t even realize when they went away.At times when we sit down and think of then we feel nostalgic.A poem on my lost friends.’, ‘

I once arranged that shelf of mine,
That shelf of mine with books I love,
And I read,
And I read through every line,
To the last page from the first,
Books that I had read through,
And would want to touch again,
Books that were chapters in my life,
Chapters of joy and sorrows,
Happiness and pain,

Of friends and relations,
Of people who had come into my life,
Like a cool wind or, breeze,
And gave me that warmth I ever longed for,
And people who suddenly went out of my life,
I don”t know where, I don”t know why,
Away they went to far off places,
Where my letters and messages could never fly,

Leaving those chapters behind,
Chapters that I arranged as books,
And put into that shelf of mine,
Books that I had completed,
And would want to read, when I am,
Lonely and thinking of them,
Books that were chapters in my life,
Books that I had completed,
And would perhaps like to read again,
So I arrange that shelf of mine.