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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI can almost feel the weight of it.
ReplyDeleteNice poem.
Books - can there be a greater discovery? Well written poem!
ReplyDeleteyes...this one is really good too.
ReplyDeleteWithout books how could we educate ourselves?
ReplyDeleteI loved the title! Great poem!
ReplyDeleteevil is objectively effortless
Books are undoubtedly the greatest discovery, with new discoveries made every time one is opened.
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