Books,let’s talk of books was what he last said,

Before on the smoky ruins lay his head,

A million hopes;

Lay shattered in the library,

And library,concentration camps

Of small books,of large books,of thin books,of fictions,of non-fictions,of science..

“None shall read or write”,proclaimed the sword

For,the sword is mightier than the pen

Numerical endlessness,

Bound volumes;

Limited editions-

Demolished,devastated,annihilated!

So nimbly,so dextrously

Seized !

The anthology,

Burned!

The trilogy,

Buried forever!

HARRY POTTER lay neglected,ignored,cartwheeled back and forth amidst the mess,

Groaned in agony,

Like an eagle

Pecking

Preying,soaring high

In

Truimph!

Burgled off his glee,

Atoms were never his,

Molecules

Didn’t dare trust him

Robbed of trust ,

Life prejudiced

Books,was all he wanted

To read,

To let it caress his soul

To allow it to stroll amidst his streaming blood

But,

The world of atoms and molecules and circuses and clowns and shoes and sword; Never allowed,

Ah! The sword

Claimed ,it was more mighty

More just

More useful,

Under the shade

He cried

For,sword had banned

BOOKS

Precious,heartbroken

In the clutches of agony

The atoms,the molecules,the circus,the clowns,the shoes

Testimony of the perfidy

Afterall,books gave

Niche

To atoms

Treachery! Betrayal!disloyalty!

For, in the

Dystopian world of clown and circuses and swords

They snatched,

Threw the book

Into fire

And

Sang merrily over the ashes of the beautiful soul

Till, the revelry

Progressed

Incessantly

And,

cast a monotone

Repetition,

Like the sound of spear

Crashing

Unto smooth skin

Every 3 seconds.

Heart,too wretched

Too drenched!

Blood spilled

Thus

The head still lies

In the ashes of the ancient ruins!

 

Uzma Aliya

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