If we think books will die
We are a mistaken people
Books will not die
Whatever the other avenues here
Replacing books with something else
What transpires, is estrangement
From knowledge, human kindness
Human rights, spiritual awakening
And all virtues we have cherished
All good deeds humans followed
Books the printed ones may replace
But there will be alternative
The books itself for full proof knowledge.
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