Unknown To Books Poem by Naveed Akram

The unknown is the beautiful one,
The one that stares and encompasses.
It presides and collects the gem stones,
Sparkling in the minds of men who see.

The knowledge awakens to ears,
It passes its scent working in the air,
Looking like a scene from the orders
That wore a rebellion from the east.

Eastern work provided the ancient men,
Eminent historians resolved the crisis,
Little do the workers fold their papers
Into books to show and resupply to the needy.

Let now the wisdom be taken
And won by those in command,
Books wear a silvery lining,
And books are books of learning.