Merit Of Book Poem by Rizwana Sultana

A small garden I am,
In thy clothes' pocket,
I am your tutor,
If you have a reading habit.

I have vast information,
And the entire universe,
Carry me in anything,
In a satchel, bag or purse.

I carry so many things,
Regardless of where you take me,
Images of houses, flowers and fauna,
With no need, in reality to see.

I speak to thee with silence,
Providing the world's knowledge,
Read me anywhere you want to,
Under the tree or at the river's edge.

Your pretty mind, I fill,
With funny and strange images,
Pictures of ancient things,
Which existed long, before ages.

I speak of the past,
I speak of the future,
I narrate vivid incidents,
Making your brain richer.

To your best friend,
I am an alternative,
I share my secrets amicably,
And peace and beauty, I give.

I am specific only to mankind,
Since others don't have my use,
Being blessed as a human,
Utilize this opportunity and don't lose.

I am your life's food,
Providing you extreme pleasure,
If you read and study me,
In depth, with leisure.

I make you laugh, I make you cry,
Even if you are lonely,
In the solitary place and atmosphere,
I am always there for you, surely.