That old dusted books

That old dusted books,
Lying in corner,
Of one of the racks,
Of your closet,
You hardly visit.

That old dusted books,
Remains neglected and abandoned,
By your gracious touch,
And sharp gaze,
That shines with excitement,
When you read every word,
Written from that old dusted books.

That old dusted books,
Hides treasures,
Of precious stories and enchanting folktales,
That ones excited your mind,
When you first picked up the book,
From your favourite book store.

That old dusted books,
Were once your devoted lover,
Caring your curious mind,
With new words you never heard ,
And lessons you will always cherish.

That old dusted books,
Once helped you forget sadness,
And hardships you faced in lives,
Making you smile brightly,
Even if it was for few seconds.

That old dusted books,
Sits on one of racks,
Of your closet,
That you never visit,
Waiting to be held,
By your gracious hands,
Like you held it,
The first time.