All get a precious book
With infinite pages for brief time span
From the library of heaven
Not even opened for half-time
But mere out-look
Made a cluster of impressions
When it inaugurates—
The surpassing lines
Cryptically punch the intellect
Lines which are like turtle-move
To skip is to miss
The pregnant experience of fertility
Many skipped—
And turned it into sterility
Many idolized in book-shelf
Not even gazed at
Caught in tangible world as mortals
Very few opened, obscure
And being universal immortals
But none have covered up the pages!
To open and comprehend
Really an agony of spirit—
Till one kindle the spirit
As a “spark from heaven”!
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