The Library of?

The Architect of buildings says a history of them.

The compartments and bases housed the immortal orphans.

The shelves classified them based on their attributes.

As the history is mummified inside the museum of papers.

Some were worn, torn still nutritive to abide.

Some were young, fragrances hoping to drift.

Some lay motionless, specimens as they disseminated the wisdom.

Where others rested in peace, 

in their crystal world.

The boundaries separated them, with discipline as their personality 

distinguished their call of the duty.

Few followed their nativity, casting the lineage. where others prevailed at the high stature as a joint family, preserving their roots of history in the dust.

Some racks were awaited since birth, 

and never reaps a visitor.

Where other racks, commences having devotees of specific generation and passion.

A portion of them got perished in the war.

A portion of them got looted for their value.

A portion of them got sealed in the expression of expenditure.

Nevertheless, as time passes, they matured.

They taught us about how to lead and not to lead a life.

They prick the scribblings of our minds and bore the scars of our fine.

No matter in which era they belong.

It's their content that defines their proponents.

While they hosting various personalities, inside the realm of proficiency.

The hues become common in the paper and virtual sky.

What we prefer, is what we evolve.

Choose wisely, in a web where everything 

is accessible at nominal rates.

As content is free, but not with 

the warranty of character.