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Feb 13, 2010
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Bibliomaniac
That day
My head drooped in shame.
Fruit filled trees bow their heads
May be they are ashamed.
My omniscient father made me so.
The onus lies on my father,
My head was filled with books.
Nothing remains, but knowledge.
Breathless books at my beck and call.
Look here and look there,
See only books. Every nook and corner
My father put me in the book-house.
My head puffed slowly, steadily
My head was over burdened.
Hey,I cannot lift my heavy head!
People called: "Bibliomaniac idiot!"
On and on, My talk was a quotation,
The fence I sit shattered,
And I felt intoxicated.
Precluded, ashamed, ostracised,
I ceased to be social.
Vices, cruelty and savagery
How can books pour all into my head? The result.
No deviation from theory.
Thus I was nicknamed:
BIBLIOMANIAC
My head drooped in shame.
Fruit filled trees bow their heads
May be they are ashamed.
My omniscient father made me so.
The onus lies on my father,
My head was filled with books.
Nothing remains, but knowledge.
Breathless books at my beck and call.
Look here and look there,
See only books. Every nook and corner
My father put me in the book-house.
My head puffed slowly, steadily
My head was over burdened.
Hey,I cannot lift my heavy head!
People called: "Bibliomaniac idiot!"
On and on, My talk was a quotation,
The fence I sit shattered,
And I felt intoxicated.
Precluded, ashamed, ostracised,
I ceased to be social.
Vices, cruelty and savagery
How can books pour all into my head? The result.
No deviation from theory.
Thus I was nicknamed:
BIBLIOMANIAC
— U K Atiyodi, Feb 13, 2010
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Ink Dragon
16 years 3 months ago
Hello U.K.