All the books you see,
they live, breathe and think.
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Every book owns a rhythm.
Few, you like at sight.
few, you skim through them,
and sync with it tight.
On hearing high of some,
you get your cash converted
or probe library for them
somehow that book you wanted.
The book you fall for
unveils the quest you incline to,
tells what your likings are
and imparts good changes in you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem