Monday, October 6, 2008

Laud the torn tome!

Onto being shredded into tatters,
taking along with it, nothing that matters,
Selflessly giving away all that was,
Letting itself go for a noble cause.

This book in its heydays, imparted,
Forays into territories previously uncharted,
Many a hungry mind was satiated,
Setting foot where others, to tread, feared.

One of mankind's greatest discovery,
Aiding socities on their way to recovery,
A chronicle of countless past glories,
Manuscripts with scores of sorry stories.

Here's to the unassuming tome,
Patiently through it, as one does comb,
Every volume is a rousing find,
Stimulating indeed to the human mind.

7 comments:

  1. What a nice post. You've captured just about everything that could go into a notebook and what can happen to it later. Well done. Have a nice day.

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  2. I can almost feel the weight of it.

    Nice poem.

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  3. Books - can there be a greater discovery? Well written poem!

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  4. yes...this one is really good too.

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  5. Without books how could we educate ourselves?

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  6. Books are undoubtedly the greatest discovery, with new discoveries made every time one is opened.

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