The Book
The Book
Its 2052,
How I miss the old times,
As I monotonously,
Tap the pages,
Of my kindle ebook.
How I miss the old times,
When the sweet smell of,
Old pages drew me,
Towards it as I opened the book,
The texture of the yellow pages,
on my fingers.
Oh, how I miss,
The times till 2022,
When the e-wave came,
And swept all the books away.
