A Slight Reader of an Untold Story

My heart is like a book-

A book which you opened one day-

You read every page

And understood each chapter

You helped in resolving a story

Which lives on forever?

The story of a lover, who cried each day,

A story of love for which she prayed,

A story of a heart who searches for a home,

A story of a dreamer, who sits patiently by her phone,

Awaiting a call of hope,

A call of reassurance,

Awaiting nothing too demanding,

But for a simple chance,

A chance to be happy,

A chance to be free,

Who is it that will cry for me?

The book was on a shelf,

For so long gathering dust,

Never given a chance to leave which is unjust,

At last! The book was raised from that constant position it has rested

Happy to have been pitied but sadly still not dusted.

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