Whenever I'm depressed, or upset
Or simply want to try and forget,
I grab a good book and go and lie down
And fervently pray for a little less sound.
But as soon as I lose myself to suspense
And dream of a book release three months hence
There comes a shrill voice screaming my name,
"Aboli..." as always, and still the same.
The whole world seems to hate us whenever we read
Parents specially treat it like some awful deed
And all us poor book- lovers have to face
An unfair prejudice that grows with the days.
Just cos you parents never find the time
Doesn't mean you should yell with no reason or rhyme.
Can't help if we're in love with Edward or Jake
Oh, and Harry's just icing on top of the cake.
But now, the thing that almost makes me cry,
My dad laughs,"No books now! My pocket's dry!"
I can see on his face that he's really joking,
But he doesn't care even if I'm moping.
And the worst part is, we can only plead,
Please, please, please, please let us read!
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4 comments:
Aboli, this is your BEST poem.
It's totally true and I know exactly how it feels to be stopped from reading.
I think all bookaholics can relate to this poem on some level or the other.
that.was.perfect.
you just expressed whatever everyone else was feeling. i absolutely LOVED this poem.
can i show it to my mom?
Aboli, This poem and the whole blog of yours is great!! I am just so impressed with your way of expressing yourself!! keep this thing up!! Its really cool!!
Cheers
Sandeep (Gadekar)
Dear Aboli, Wow such a nice name.I am very much impressed with this poem and the way you expressed ur feelings ..
Anu
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