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Feb 2014
How humble is the book!
How kind, how humblest!

We nudge it; we fling it.
We carry it anywhere,
Sometimes without attire.
Oh! It is in full-blown winter!

We take it; we place it.
Anytime we open it.
Oh! It is in sultry summer!

Our foolish mind we paint on
Outside, inside; it is our will.

Have you ever heard it groan
Or grouse against our merriment?
It never does; it never wiil.

Should not we then change ourselves
And promise for its. Better life?
That  always gives us light in every tunnel
And makes us stand on the zenith!
Mohd Arshad
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