In the Library
In the library
Beyond the world
our meeting place,
Where studious read
we met in grace,
All those days
and years of togetherness..
In my college library....
Remember the day
when librarian noticed,
As we sat beside
no words spoken,
No books issued,
neither in our hands....
The library we were shown the door....
Shared our notes
and thence the thoughts,
Polished were we
glittered the wroughts,
Learnings of life
that degrees defied.....
In the library to our soul......
My second home
ever since he left,
Lit desire of knowing
the logic of my being alive,
As I digged deeper
knowledge wiped my tears,
Those crispy leaves
of books in the library.....
Familiar shelves
still await my touch,
As the leaves I unfold
and lend my emotions,
To be the novels
that have read high,
For all times to come.....
In my college library........
Written August 6th, 2015
For contest "In the library" by Isaiah Zerbst
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