Going to Library (Poem)
This poem is written in the Jaykar Library. An idea came in my mind when I was studying in Jaykar Library. Students who are studying in various departments make haste in the early morning to go to library to reserve seat to sit for whole day in the library. But when they reach there and sit for whole day, they forget for what purpose they are seating in library. This poem is combination of partial imagination and reality.
He got up in the morning rather earlier,
Exam was enemy, it shown him fear.
Prepared himself and walked towards Library as like hare,
But signs of study and learning were very rare.
Entered and searched place hawk like here and there,
Settled himself, where Gandhi’s statue was near.
Since morning he was reading for many hours,
But searching something aimlessly, looking towards doors.
Suddenly he listened, in the library, silent uproar,
Looking at the door, entering one lady fair.
Inside she entered and attacked on her silky hair,
Of broken, hungry, greedy hearts without she care.
Hastily she approached where he was there,
Sat by the side, near, finding no empty chair.
He found his heart loud beating mere,
Consoled himself and gathered some dare.
Scent was every where, sprinkled, on what she wear,
The curls were dancing, on the wave of the air.
Meanwhile, she read and found her way out door,
As soon as interest he lost and everything bore.
When I looked in the direction, he sat in the chair,
Only two empty chairs and Gandhi’s strange stare.
For him study without lady was taste of sour,
Otherwise reading for hours, he could not bore.
I concluded, he might have gone somewhere,
Because the situation was telling everything clear.
Roaming, Outing, Wandering was to him dear,
Mind you all, surely he was not deer.
This was his routine for whole year,
Without any study, studiously time he spared.
Exam approached and one day it was also over,
And result in his hand brought some little tears.
Exam was enemy, it shown him fear.
Prepared himself and walked towards Library as like hare,
But signs of study and learning were very rare.
Entered and searched place hawk like here and there,
Settled himself, where Gandhi’s statue was near.
Since morning he was reading for many hours,
But searching something aimlessly, looking towards doors.
Suddenly he listened, in the library, silent uproar,
Looking at the door, entering one lady fair.
Inside she entered and attacked on her silky hair,
Of broken, hungry, greedy hearts without she care.
Hastily she approached where he was there,
Sat by the side, near, finding no empty chair.
He found his heart loud beating mere,
Consoled himself and gathered some dare.
Scent was every where, sprinkled, on what she wear,
The curls were dancing, on the wave of the air.
Meanwhile, she read and found her way out door,
As soon as interest he lost and everything bore.
When I looked in the direction, he sat in the chair,
Only two empty chairs and Gandhi’s strange stare.
For him study without lady was taste of sour,
Otherwise reading for hours, he could not bore.
I concluded, he might have gone somewhere,
Because the situation was telling everything clear.
Roaming, Outing, Wandering was to him dear,
Mind you all, surely he was not deer.
This was his routine for whole year,
Without any study, studiously time he spared.
Exam approached and one day it was also over,
And result in his hand brought some little tears.
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