Books!

By Aanya Sharma

She walks around

Nose in a book

With two more

In her arm’s crook

If “What are you reading?”

Is what you ask

She’ll show you the title

And continue with her task

And if you ask

“What’s it about?”

You won’t have to be worried

About figuring anything out

Because she will explain it

In excruciating detail

You might beg her to stop

But it will be to no avail

If you see her crying

Or laughing like she’s mad

Know that it’s because

The book is far from bad

“How does this poetess know?”

You might think “Who is ‘she’?”

Well, I know because 

I am that girl, ‘she’ is me!

By Aanya Sharma