Like a book displayed in a store you distinguished me
Found my cover, title and volume interesting
Ran through my pages superficially to know me better
But all you saw were font, images and structure
And almost forgot about the content
Missing out the actual gist of me.
You thought you judged me enough like a book to buy it
And that if you happen to find out later
That I am not like you considered me to be
You would place me in a corner like a book
Never to open it again ever.
But let me tell you very precisely and clearly
Like the synopsis of the book mentioned on its cover
That like a book my soul resides in each and every word of it
Which holds my emotions, feelings, aspirations
And what I am beyond the words and sentences here and there.
Even if you get to own me like purchasing the book
Through a series of societal norms
You can only have my ownership
But not my copyright !!!!
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