Kranthi Pothineni - Hearts Corner

In my dark little room
Somewhere in the corner
In the dim lamp light
I saw one small object
Its my old class text book

I took it into my hands
Cleaned the dust over it
Flipped the pages slowly
While recalling past stories
That had made me old

I read it with tiny hands
It was meant to be a tale
To memorize and score
But now hands changed
So the meaning of tales too

I read and closed the book
Kept it aside the dim lamp
Then in the same dark corner
I saw one more torn book
It's my own hearts written tale

Kranthi Pothineni

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