My first book was a store of love
words were made of sound and touch
characters smiled and sung lullabies
I learnt to talk and run for the sun.
There was a flood of colors, letters,
sentence rules and social norms,
the book was slowly spreading wings
indoor merged with grey outdoor.
Just then a seed opens eyes,
world starts to melt and dance
music, painting, sea of words
become books to make me green.
O book, how I thank you dear!
You have taught me to get rich,
share the gems of treasure
just like a bosom friend.
12th Mat,2017.
The part that the books play in an overall development of a man or woman cannot be put across in a better way. I thank you for such a wonderful poem. O book.... You have taught me to get rich share the gems of treasure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No doubt a literary piece of work. Thanks