In Praise Of Books- Ii Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

There can well be a good or not so cook,
A dish well-done, or not worth a re-look,
One kindly-hearted or a scheming crook,
But there's no such thing like moral of book.
Even books that notorious fame beget,
Show beacon to world on well-hidden ill,
Books might make readers ill, or mar market,
But few can do a grave public evil.

Nor just one book can all of wisdom boast,
Yet, all a steady flow of knowledge part,
Cities may be sacked and books burnt to roast,
Not thirst for truth, freedom that rears in heart.
And books like red rags may raise battles rage,
Yet, pacifiers of rage they're every age.
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Sonnets | 05.06.13 |