Is Digitization Ruining Books

Sitting there at the corner of your table,

Has got bored of the same position and order.

Dust has covered my clothes and corners,

Pages has got so tanned as never.

I miss the fingers who use to heed me,

And the Ink whose smell use to please me.

Your phone, your Laptop, all your screens,

Everyone has taken the role of me.

When your all sources are out of battery,

Ping me, I am free at the corner of your table.