Hima's Pages

When I touched it first,
It felt soft and plush.
It felt like a warm hug
That I wanted to last forever.

I felt it to be delicate,
I was careful.
I kept it neatly folded 
In my chest.

I brimmed with pride
of my treasure,
Neatly folded and hidden
In my chest.

Yesterday, I unfolded it,
Only to see the creases in its folds.
It has lost its charm, Hasn't it?