Thursday, April 6, 2023


Instead of purity of heart, 

You have purity of skin 

Which isn't anything 

You can take with you in the end.

But, you insist and persist 

On making the superficial

The all and end all 

Of your existence- hence

You make your appearance

Your deliverance

And judge every book by 

Your book cover;

And those covers that don't please 

Are trashed, 

Smashed and mashed,

Then thrown over without a glance.

Its pages ungleaned,

Its knowledge deferred

And interred- 


What's transferred?

What is learned?

Not a thing.

For its pages,

Remain unknown,


Unread through the ages.

What is lost?

Who's to say?

What the contents are 

under the cover. 

What you get is 

What you give;


All you have-

Are just book covers

Covering dust in the end. 

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