Library is still alive.

             Library   is  still  alive

Agile  reading  is  alive,  avid  writing  is alive,

I perceive in the fresh, polished   racks,

Neatly  stacked  by  ebullient  hands.                                 

Charles  Lamb  gently  taps  to  relive

Those  days  of  Bodleian  library

Of my undergraduate  days:

At   times, moth eaten pages

 In  some  libraries of  underdeveloped ,

Still  fritter  by the impending

Disastrous  winds. Threat  for my thread.

Why?  there is  still   romping  Romance.

Impassioned speeches, feuds,

Cleopatra’s moods, Malvolio’s

Self love, Witty clown’s intelligent remarks,

All  in  some   gritty, hurried  notes

For  Annotations. What  is not  there

In the library? I share  the biblio-geography

In   superabundance  flowing.