Terza Rima Poem : Book trouble| By Tanyaa,14, Kolkata
My books aren’t stained with the things that I eat
Although I prefer keeping them stainless
They’re stained with the trust I’ve placed.
Whenever I’m in history lessons
Or going through an ordeal
My worries magically seem to lessen
As I flip through the pages of my book
Constantly being wary of my bookmark falling out
I get transported to my world of fairies and crooks
At the end of the day, I’m thankful to it
For it kept me sane through the day
Despite reminding myself to not make its binding tear and split
Corners upturned, vexed and saddened I get
I then regret taking it with me wherever I go
Upset I am when the edges get smelly and wet
Its smell sends me above seventh heaven
The pale color of the page always gets me nostalgic
It makes me feel home when I put it down at half past eleven.
