Bookmark
Books from library call for special care
No scribble, no graffiti, no tear and wear
I know too well to commit such offence
But why can’t I fold the corners for reference
In this digital age books are stored in clouds
read anywhere,anytime,and may survive print and exist
But in substantial feel and pleasure I persist
In a heavenly library, so vacant and vast
I might be the first and the last to hold one fast
Some may never be visited in their lives
Like Emily Dickinson, tiny nuggets her poems are
No lover ever committed to her
Books are fragile and vulnerable,
Every time the pages are turned,corners folded
The bones and tendons are broken
Centuries later, they crumble to pieces
But I am the only one who ever loved you
“No love, no harm,”is it true?