Poem-Books: A Paradise Gained

BOOKS: A Paradise Gained

Turn the delicate, fine,

But worn pages,

Containing secrets

More complex than mazes,

Black, gleaming pearls of wisdom,

More precious than

Any jewel in a kingdom.

Sweet fragrance from them

They still emit,

Of untold mysteries,

Marvels and magic

The lamp of knowledge is lit,

Since time immemorial

They have been the foundation

Of knowledge,

Awareness,

And invention…..

Also, for boredom they are

The perfect solution,

Like food which is

The fuel of our body,

Books are woodlogs

For the burning soul,

Slowly pouring into your mind

A concoction of fine ideals

All the more.

And don’t be satisfied,

For the void of knowledge

Can never be filled,

There is always more substance

And experience of life in you,

To be instilled.