Every printed words,
A challenge for the world,
Every motley of colored pictures,
Is a vision for tomorrow.
Intellectuals hoarded books,
In every cranny and their nooks,
Each of them powered by the engine,
And propelled by table of contents.
It quenches one's thirst,
For learning endless quest,
It satiates starvation,
For the knowledgeable generation.
The unfading books's power,
In the advent of internet wonder,
Still remains the genius treasury,
And the institution's eternal legacy.
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