Monday, May 31, 2010

BOOKS

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...

18 comments:

  1. :) simple and easy to grasp and yet says it all :)

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  2. Nice one. First time I am reading a poem on books.Keep writing!

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  3. I love reading poems which rhymes sweetly, like good old Wordsworthian kind.
    Nice read :))

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  4. Anonymous10:20 AM

    Beautifully put!

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  5. a lovely ode to books :)

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  6. @i ll try to be truthful...

    thanks! :)

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  7. @ vanilla sky...

    thanks! :)

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  8. @antbrain...

    thanks! :D

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  9. Books are a man's best friend.

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  10. Simple and beautiful.

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  11. @amber lights....


    thanks! :)

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  12. Hail Books! Eloquently worded.

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