My Mistake

On my table there was a book, It called my name and said, “Give me a look.” I was surprised and cleared my ear, It replied, “Don’t worry, I won’t harm you dear.” I was confused for what should be my action, It softly asked, “Hold me in your hand, I need your attention.” I walked ahead because I still couldn’t believe, It whispered, “Please don’t leave.” I lift it in my hands and heard no sound, I searched in every room but no one was around. Then in my hands I felt little dust, I realized I wasn’t right and just. I wiped and cleaned it immediately, The book was quiet instantly. I felt terribly bad, And understood the reason why the book was sad. The book gave me company when I was alone, Once I read over, I was gone. Oh! What have I done! Now I’ll take care And will try to be fair, Never will I let it dust, Finding a new reader for it is must. The knowledge has to be spread, For it will grow, if only shared.