All the genres of written utopia
Never asked to be stratified.
They were born to simply feed
The chosen soul it’s required meal.
Nostalgia to an ripened soul,
Inspiration to the misguided folds.
Sprinkle of love to the barren fields,
Door to the unknown
For those in search of productive yields.
They never asked for your judgement,
Never beseeched or impelled you to select them.
They never cried for indulgence,
Unless you laid your eyes on one.
Every word born,
Uncovers a variant meaning to individuals.
The book that’s a waste of time for you,
Might be the best of all time for someone on the other side.
If you have forgotten
Let me enlighten your mind,
Every book walks in with a window
For a quick peak through time…
Read the back cover.
For god’s sake, it exists!
So don’t pick one until you want it,
And if proven to be a mistake
Remember it was yours,
Not the book you read.