Wisdom is so hard to find in this world. I looked on the south, he wasn't there; I searched in the north, he fled in the south. I kept my walk where sun rises, he was never there; I began to wonder why he despised me. I got the logic, and went in the west. I wait until twilight, the sun came down. Hurray! I found. I took a book and perused.
Wisdom is not gain in a day. It is a gradual toil and perseverance.
BOOKWORM
Night falls, I was lost in an abandoned place, nowhere to go I thought
I glimpsed a speck of light not far from my vision
I went nearer, it was a house - a shelter for my intention
I noticed the saying engraved on its wall:
"A sacred room, of wisdom, of knowledge
Full of great books, of experience its edge."
I stepped my feet in, I am surprised by my curiosity:
Piles of books, organized on the shelves
Arranged descendedly based on its quality
Oh! Books on my sight
I choose the books that tickles my interest, I delves
I just picked The Republic and The Prince,
And Emile and Noli Me Tangere
I killed my time for the sake of wisdom,
I faced piles of books, they say, of boredom.
I do reading and scanning,
And browsing and skimming,
And searching and eyeing the manuscript...
At last, I peruse
As I turn its pages, learning I just begin
I sought discipline and grammar,
And gymnastic and music,
And history and science
A works of sage exemplar -
These has collective vision than a collection.
These contain social and personal,
And economic and political,
And spiritual life experience, it shared
I internalize, I glimpse its mission to society:
Transforming the people's negative perspective,
Whistle-blower for close-mindedness,
And great foundation for great knowledge.
Through these books, I see certainty,
And I feel it in my blood I have a future
O'er the world's ventures.
I read a lot, experience so much:
Fantasy and reality,
Imagination and creativity;
I am more as known,
I am not worthy to be thrown.
Books are more than to be piled and abandoned
They are more than books,
They are a speck of light,
Of realization and of knowledge,
And of wisdom and of torch of life...
I woke up in over the book,
Captured my eyes: Food for the soul
And I realized it was a library, a sacred room for wisdom, I sojourn.
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