the evening rose

My Reader

Don’t think I oblige you, Reader!
By offering you my poetry books
It’s you who thus oblige me rather
Taking them, even with indifferent looks

Who likes books, he has not read
Though full of gems, he might then find!
“And poetry! Better watch T.V. instead”
Your indifference, I do not mind

But who knows, some may read them too
Finding in future, my rich treasure-trough!
I wait patiently, and don’t blame you
For the present, your acceptance is enough

Hence rest, my poem, till you find a lover
For whom, you all your charms uncover