On bark, leaf, skin, cloth, stones
Then on thick paper
With the fountain pens
The books once
Were well written
Which were read by lots of readers;
Now on various color, kind of paper
With modern printer
Books after books
Are being made about
But some modern readers
Who only see these beautiful books.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 05/06/2017
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Books after books! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.