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Pothee padi, padi jag muvaah, pandit hua na koi! dayee akshar prem ka, padey so pandit hoi!
one does not become a scholar by reading a library full of books,one becomes a scholar by understanding the meaning of the few syllables in the word 'love!'- Saint poet Kabir Das( translated from his Doha or two liners written in Kadi bholi a form of Hindi)
Bookshop
neatly bound, so neatly aligned,
glistening blue, in perfect rows,
labelled in gilded gold letters,
wisdom packed many printed books,
from left to right a thousand years,
travel time, flick history pages,
cookery across in next aisle,
vegan diets or gourmet meals,
climb the stairs, if fiction you like,
crime, romance, dreams or adventure,
varnished panels, shelves glisten clean
intellects seek fodder anew!
some stand to gaze just vacant blank,
some read a page to judge the brew,
some come to pick a gift to give,
some spend time until train arrives,
I went to sit at corner bench,
because I knew she would be there,
amidst the smell of reams of books,
we held hands, read each other’s hearts!
scholars came there who were many,
none wiser to our love story!
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written 08/03/2021
Kai Michael Newman sponsored
Bookshop poetry contest
8 syllables each line.
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