Some books I have never opened once <br />Within the wood can hear them sigh <br />If you had in mind not to give us a chance <br />Why at all us did you buy? <br /> <br />The books I read lying in the wooden case <br />Read once and that was enough <br />They too show quite a long face <br />Seem to say we’re forgotten stuff! <br /> <br />There are books behind the dusty glass <br />That found my head too hard to penetrate <br />The minds that wrote though of high class <br />Couldn’t reach me having spent all the sweat! <br /> <br />Some books came like love at first sight <br />I fell for them like a blind lover <br />When opened the first page found nothing right <br />Soon my romance with them was over! <br /> <br />Books are like women fast infatuate <br />Give the feel without them is no life <br />Yet they fade at too fast a rate <br />Only a few holding on like my wife.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/books-are/
