At a halt and lifeless in the shelf
Man seek knowledge from neighboring books, turning me out
If not of security, the animals would love to have me
For silent is the atmosphere of the room, I am masked spider web
The smaller books laugh at the most colorful because I am dusty
I have never been touched for ages
Whoever read of me shall have the wisdom of Solomon
The abundant interminable talents of the world
The overwhelming desire of a perfect life
All the above and many more including peace like a fountain
I am the book of great deeds, dread me
But why do I scare life and attract the yellow ants and choking dust?

©2012
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

written By: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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2 Comments

  1. COLLINS IDEH says:

    nice one again…just on point broda

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