POEM

The Anguished Cry Of a Book

I am beautiful, in brown leather bound 
With my name engraved in golden letters bold 
I occupy a privileged position 
In the library collection.

They tell me I am necessary for education 
Through me do people reach their dream destination 
I enjoy such a terrific reputation.

I am friend ,philosopher, guide, all in one 
Never have I let down anyone 
Those who sought me out on a date 
With information I gave them an update.

I have always given rich dividends 
Considering all my customers as friends 
And devoted my life to run their errands.

And yet, here I am left in isolation 
Will no one seek me out from the new generation 
I cry in utter desolation.

Alas, even my voice is only a croak 
For dust and cobwebs make me choke 
I am indeed in every way broke.

My fellow beings in similar situation 
Offer me solace and consolation 
They tell me ,Do get reconciled to loneliness and neglect 
Don’t you understand, it’s the age of the computer and internet?

Shobha Vasudevan, P.G.T.(English)