Survival Of Books

Heart of every book

Weeping there in an old house

Asking why you forgot to

Carry us with you

There is no place for us

Are we become useless in

Your perspective?

And values of morality and thoughts become worst

In your high-class modern society?

Everything has a disposal in their

Preference

So they occupied first

I was so restless whole night

But nobody asked with qualms

Ever what about my books

Lots of wrote pages

Are they gone beyond perception

In a new home?

No commiseration at all for them

To let them breathe

This ignorant fascism for I fight

For their preservation and survival.

Leaving them in a new home

I came back to my old house

To stay with them in seclusion.