I am an open book
Pages after pages filled with every word I’ve uttered
So easy to read I’ve been here, waiting since a very long time
Tell me, will you clean the dust off me and take me in your arms close to your heart?
Trace every word with your delicate touch,
run down your fingers on the bindings that keep me together and sane
And when you finally put me down,
switch off the lights and turn around
I’ll subtly misplace the bookmark
for you to read me again and again
– Tapapriya Subba
