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    • Feb 14
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And If I Were A Book'

By Rashi Jain



And if I were a book

Thrown carelessly by a peddler

Alongside the footpath

Would you pick me up?

Would you stitch me up

All

Over

Again

Page

By

Page?

Would you care to read me?

Even when I carry a story

A story so wild




Labelled nonsense

By many.

Would

You

Give

My

Author

A chance?

Or are you going to

Walk down the street

Continuing the popular belief.

'A book written for

A cynical, by a cynical.’


By Rashi Jain





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