The words that lie in books, dormant and still,
Their essence concealed, purpose to fulfill,
Unread and untouched, their meanings unclear,
What good are they, if never brought near?

Sentiments penned within those precious pages,
Unexplored by human eyes, locked in cages,
Gems of emotion hidden, yet to be found,
Yearning for understanding, waiting to astound.

Feelings expressed in poems, longing to be heard,
But no one heeds their call, not a single word,
Blocked by the ink marks, like shadows they stay,
What good are they, if kept at bay?

Scattered like pearls, these words hold their place,
In historical records, tales of time and space,
Stories of wars, of kings and brave knight,
Yet untouched by souls, left out of sight.

What good are they, these unexplored treasures,
If no one dares to read, to seek their pleasures?
Let us awaken these words, breathe life into the ink,
Within their depths lies wisdom, waiting to make us think.

Let us dive into their depths, with reverence and care,
Unravel their mysteries, their stories to share,
For within these silent pages, the universe unfolds,
And in them we find solace, as our minds they mold.

So lift these dust-covered books, with love and respect,
And with each turn of a page, hidden pearls we collect,
For the words that lie in books, their worth hold,
Only through reading, their true value be told.