There is thief next to my house
Who likes reading books.
He likes a book in the central library
Where he visits often now a days.
The book is not so huge.
The color of the cover page of the book
Is light, but not exactly white.
He calls it cloudy.
The colors of the each of the pages are yellow
Very much, like the paint of the wall of his room.
There are more or less, 27 pages in that book
When he turns the pages, they look like
The bubbles in the rain.
They grow large and large
And they vanish.
The pages are so unstable.
His fingers love to play with the pages.
As if, he has not played in ages.
The touch of the pages, when he turns
Them one after another,
In between his fingers makes him feel
A strange shiver running through his body.
But the fonts of the book are too small.
He hates letters in small fonts.
And that’s the reason why
He has never read the book.
Hey thief! Do you know?
That the book you like, love to read poems?
