Of thoughts, Of reasons,
Of minds you dare speak
You speak of the known
And of the unknown, you seek
Of world, of space
Of times long and gone
You speak of the past
And of futures new and strong
Of lives, of people
Of stories never been told
You speak of the smiles
And of tears still on hold
Of words, of letters
Of pages old and torn
But books, you still speak of
Wisdom, yet to be born...
:) simple and easy to grasp and yet says it all :)
ReplyDeleteNice one. First time I am reading a poem on books.Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteI love reading poems which rhymes sweetly, like good old Wordsworthian kind.
ReplyDeleteNice read :))
Beautifully put!
ReplyDeletea lovely ode to books :)
ReplyDelete@i ll try to be truthful...
ReplyDeletethanks! :)
@maddy...
ReplyDeletethanks! :)
@ vanilla sky...
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@antbrain...
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@ arv...
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Books are a man's best friend.
ReplyDelete@rainboy..
ReplyDeletetrue..
Simple and beautiful.
ReplyDelete@ priya..
ReplyDeletethanks! :)
Lovely!! :)
ReplyDelete@amber lights....
ReplyDeletethanks! :)
Hail Books! Eloquently worded.
ReplyDelete@ ramm...
ReplyDeletethanks! :)