LIBRARY

The silence of the ages depict mistakes.
The clamour of history,passive still.
The murmur of knowledge & intellect,
Laid to rest.

The awakening of human soul
And age -old wisdom,encompassed
Are spawned in papyrus,
Mummified and dumb.

The rustling of December wind
Thru the shivering dry leaves of time.
The silence of the grave of a saint
Singing looney tunes all along.

Like some naughty prodigal son,
Waiting for a vent to explode,
There you wait in the night's silence
Waiting to unravel a revolution.

There you rest,library.
The pioneer of eternal knowledge.
For someone to find you,and
Search in you the console of soul,
And unite with eternity
That laughs away silently at the ignorant universe.
-ARGHA SEN