The Whispers Of Forgotten Libraries

I opened the door
A room full of dust,
Thousands of books,
A reminder of the left behind trust.
Trust that will never let us down
A safe haven with no worries around.
The books having a subtle past
That was yet a secret
Speaks the stories of those thousands of people who spent hours
Amongst the lonely books that yearned for their attention
Talking in whispers
They were yet to discover these books like the undiscovered world around them
The past generations waiting for getting known and remembered
As they lie between those faded ink of the books
That were yet to be touched
It’s pages that were almost crumpled
Carries unspoken thoughts, emotions beneath those hundreds of pages
Waiting for someone to cherish them
Listen to their thoughts
Yet just like the fading ink and crumpled pages
Even after hundreds of years
They waited for someone to unfold their stories
Afterall it were the whispers of forgotten libraries..