Take that book
Which you had placed at the top of the shelf.
Wipe off the unseen dust.
Open it, inhale the familier smell,
Read a few words.
Close your eyes, let your fingers run through the pages
Watch the story unfolding
In your mind.
The characters you know only too well
The dialogues byhearted.
When you reach the end, you always wish, could have been different,
Close the book
Put that back.
And, this time
At the back of the shelf
Among the books you just want to Cherish
Never to read again...