Wall of books

By Udaya Kathiravan in Poetry
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Who built this wall?

A wall, a wall with books

indeed a wall;

a virtual wall

neither to

climb or jump

but for you to stay

where you are

let me break the wall

for you to pass

When you listen

You feel, you know nothing

It is the brick of the wall

make you feel

a guru,

a stupid guru

it’s the irony to listen.

so As you are impatient!

let me break the wall

for you to pass.

Where to

burry or burn

the brick?

Don’t ask

for my body or mind

to make the same

stupid guru.

Look at the wall

Have you counted all bricks

Don’t tell me

It’s all the same brick

from the same clay

from the same pond

it is the secret

I am guarding!

Where are you going?

For to throw stones

in the pond?

It is of no use!

it

may peel

or

may crush

it is the secret

I am guarding!

All the bricks are

from the same clay

from the same pond

though the wall is tall

believe me

it is all

the same brick

from the same clay

from the same pond

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