Chosen Books Poem by Naveed Akram
Chosen Books
Inhale now that the books are chosen,
Turn them to inhabit them, occupying them.
There is a reason for the thinking,
A meaning to deliver to the brain.
They are stocked on the shelves,
For all in the house, always in view.
A history has emerged of truthfulness,
Nothing but the truth, nobody objects
Or instructs others.
Inside we did discover all the knowledge,
But inhale any you demand for all time.
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