POEM :
RUNNING OUT OF SPACE…
The boxes keep piling up :
They take up remaining spaces left…
Sagging boxes in the past :
Again, stacks of boxes,
New books, same fate…
Running out of space,
Yet, the muse will not pause,
Nor stop…
Plenty of space on the electronic media,
But physical spaces be running out..
Where to store,
Where to keep the books,
Alas, history repeats itself…
Should the new books
Go the same way as the old ones ?...
Be they destin’d to become “holy”
And to be incinerat’d, cremat’d ?...
Be the bookworms waiting round the corner ?...
Hence ! Begone, creepy crawlies !...
Who will take care of all this
When I will be gone ?...
Everything be destin’d to disappear…
As in centuries past,
Groggy compositions will only be known
In their own time…
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Soman Ragavan
14 March, 2026
Mauritius (Indian Ocean)
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