Books

Books--  a bundle of pages made by cellulose  obtained from wood of our beloved friends from plant Kingdom.
Books are most powerful tool through which one can witness tremendous events which took place since eons.
Today I had a previledge of writing a book. It's not as great as the one written by those legends but yes it was very powerful. Through this book I witnessed various emotions in my classroom. The book was students record book written for open house to present the summary of students performance. Now open house is day when we  meet the creators of all those colourful souls we have been dealing with since day one  (the students).
It went smoothly but somewhere within it made me emotional. I wrote in the book whatever I was provided. But still it affected me as the figures and remarks were filled by me. I wonder  about  the emotional status of those who wrote there own creation which brought revolution. My poetry is dedicated to the creation of various thoughts---the books.


 The book


Nanhe jeevan ki neev rachane
Masoom bachpan ko varn sikhane
Chitron se jeevan ka mool samjhane
Kalakaron ne kala ka jo bhara talaab
Tab bani ek kitaab

Ladakpan  ki uljhi jigyasa suljhane
Prasangon se sada bunane tane bane
vishyon se jeevan ka mool batlane
Gyaniyon se Gyan ka jo utha sailab
Tab bani ek Kitab

Proudh main mayusi ne lagaya grahan
Chinta ne mati ka jab kiya bhraman
 aasha se nirasha ka karne haran
Daarshanikon ne dikhlaya kattar jawab
Tab bani ek Kitab

 Paath  ki punji bane jeevan ki kunji
bhasha ka nichod bane nakaratmak ka tod
lekar ye beeda jo do lekhak ko gurudakshina
milega woh sabaab aur aayega jo rubab
tab banegi ek Kitab

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