Hanging with glass doors
My book shelves on all the walls
Except the bathroom
Arranging the books
From top to bottom
Rearranging the books
From left to right
Just before the new year eve
Some intellectuals books
Brighten the eyes of the shelf
The faces of the Well-known authors
Smiling inside the glass
They always in the front row
To impress the visitors eyes
Touching the pages of my friends books
Adding the light on my lonely nights
Some books were added
As a bonus to my shelf.
Some books were mine
Printed and published
With my own cash.
Cleaning the dust
Taking care off insects
Kannan my servant
Grumbling for his wages.
Just because there is no place to keep
I cann’t pundle them to the paper walla
Somewhat iam finding the place
Many times in others shelf
Crossing the border
Capturing their place
I may be punished
For all this crime
Iam not bother
About my days or death
Iam so worried
About my books
Which will become orphans
After my death.
