Books, the world has grown out of your wonders | Poem by Adway, 11, Gurugram

Ode to Books

The world had grown out of its wonders,

But this fashion, till now, never surrenders.

It shows us the daylight in our lives,

When sorrows feel like sharp knives.

It hangs us on a joyous hook,

It takes your mind and thoughts for it to cook.

It foresees the future and retells the past,

For some, it would be brief, but for others, it

would never last.

Even though its world had gone through changes,

But the best are the coffee classics, grace of Dickens.

Who has given us this gift since ages,

You would be lost on the treasure island.

While the wizard of Oz would claim,

“It’s my land!”