THE UNIVERSE IS BOOKS
‘Knock, knock,’ she said.
‘Who’s there,’ he asked,
coming to the door-less opening
of the wall of books
to wall out or wall in.
‘May I come in,’ she asked.
‘You may if you like books’.
‘I do, I never met a boy
who lived in a house made of one, before.
One day, soon, I too will make my house
of my own books, like this,’ she replied.
‘Then “come in,” he said, “I’ll/they’ll give you/us
shelter from the storm.”‘
© Dr Koshy AV