Long did she stare at the books
Beyond the shiny glass doors
Reluctant to enter those massive aisles
Not capable of holding herself back
From stealing a copy or two
Wishing for the umpteenth time
She had the money to buy a few

The last time, she’d entered the shop
She’d glanced around furtively
picking up a copy of her favorite Poe poems
And stuffed it under her frock
Tucking it away hastily in her ragged camisole

But she hadn’t escaped
the grumpy owner’s gaze
The book snatched
Insults slammed
Grabbed by the wrist
And led out of the shop

With tears and heightened craving
For her most beloved possession
She had left the shop
without so much as looking back
So much pain and shame
all for her love for books

unsatiated is her hunger
for the stories 
and the words  galore
Yet never daring to enter those pristine
bookshops any more


Asha Seth

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  1. Moved by your intense elegy… If were the shop keeper I would be generous enough to give it to her free or a free read…looking at her lust for words…ofcourse this is my personal opinion..very well inked it caused me to think about the poor students who long for books

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    1. Oh, thank you, Mani. 😃 I’ve been ‘craving’ to read thoughts of my readers on this one. And now your words satiate the crave. 💕 As for the protagonist, my heart goes out to her.

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“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.” ― James A. Michener

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