A book that wanted to be opened but couldn't

a poem on how a story wanted to unfold but no one paid heed. A book was proud to be on top of the books at the selling counter but the one who purchased it just judged it by its cover, he didn't even read it. The book wanted someone who could understand so that the story reaches its perfection.
A number of days passed but none came to read it and one day the owner of the book threw it with rotten papers left to be burnt in recycling machine. .. the so life of the story ends.