A Nook and a Story Book
A Nook and a Story Book
In my childhood on every birthday
I owned two books owing to family norm,
one tough academic book from my Dad
and other lucid story book from grand mom.
I was fascinated for gift from grandma
That was my only entry to the story book.
Strict Dad did not allow me to follow stories.
To smell fragrance of story I searched for a nook.
Nooks and corners were not safe enough.
Dictator Dad had always strong vigilance.
I had to hide story book under the text.
None was able to detect my tact at a glance.
04/26/16
Third Place
'What I would give for a Nook and a story Book' Contest by Eve Roper
'MAY 2019 PREMIERE 4' Contest by Brian Strand
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