Perspective of weak minds is a bright book
Reflecting you with out asking, who are you?
Burning and shining is a soul inside a nook
Open it wide to read the tracks it left for you
The dead, alive, lost and found all voices are still
The enlarged spirits sweep the reality and speak
Speak of the times that were real at some point of time
Abducted conscious follows the chapters of prime
Books live with you like these flowers in vase
Which in company of light spreads all its fragnance
Books sleep with you like this pillow in white
Put your head in it and glide away to some where else
Healing and rich, though this they do most slow
Sometimes it takes you one step up and two steps down
Better the choice be careful, for its meant to store
Store of great tasks to try, to know what's good
And admist all the choas, when one is on his knees
Not wanting knowledge, but for want of heed
Thank them wild fool, if it wasn't for these guides
Answers you get, that are too much for your question otherwise
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