Somehow Balroop turns a TBR Pile into a beautiful poem. I hope you enjoy her take on the challenge.

She grabs each book with panache
But lets it languish in some corner
Promises would be kept, she knows
When’d that day dawn, she doesn’t decipher.

Decorated with turmeric
Scented by cinnamon
Smeared with her favorite sauce
Some sit at her kitchen ledge, waiting to be read…

(To read the rest of Balroop’s poem, click Here.)