An Encounter

By Harjashanjeet Kaur Sidhu

I picked a book, it unbounded to pages.

As I pour out vaguely justified rages

Frustrated, forgotten, and afraid as I lay,

I wait to be rotten day by day.

I picked a book it asked to be laid down

'never saw such a person in the town'.

Disgraced and unknown as I hide,

I try to imagine false yet glorious days of pride.

I picked a book it cried and washed the ink

'you won't get what my creator says, I think'

Words pinched my heart and took fistful of skin,

I'd rather get a book who doesn't think.

And I picked The Book

It cried and hugged me through the pages,

Clearing the tears and rages

Rewriting the stages, It says —

'I get your words, I get your part,

Cause I too was penned by a broken heart’

By Harjashanjeet Kaur Sidhu