The Open Book

She was an open book
Every doubt about herself she shook .
Every little detail she shared
With her words without being scared.
About the world she did not care
Always herself she chose to express.
Never had a doubt about whatever
Was written within her;
Never wanted to change a word
About whatever inside herself she bore.
She was unique she felt
'Vintage' was how she used to describe self.
Never had she thought
Her beliefs would be shattered apart
And the openness about herself she adored
Would make her pay a price so bold.
People decided to use her amicability
And threw her aside after sucking her for her desirability.
But she was not the one to accept defeat
She continued being read as she always did,
Until again she was thrown away,
Her pages all tattered and torn away.
All she could do was watch
While her pages flew off,
Leaving her barren and wishing she never
Had held her stand forever.
Yes she was an open book
And she wished she had been aloof .

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  1. Rajat Khatri8 September 2016 at 07:52

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  2. Rajat Khatri8 September 2016 at 07:56

    Way to go anushka. You are master with the words. 😍✌

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