A bookworms problem

One morning I was waiting for a book store to open near the University mall in Tampa, Florida

I found copies of Marx communist manifesto and all literature of socialism, volumes of Charles dickens, Twain and Thoreau lying outside on the ground

How it grieves my heart where people don’t value the the power of written word

I later complained to the owner of the book store to do something about it but he ignored

I stuffed all those books in my bag

Later those books helped me more than I could think of

As if they were thrown outside just for me to pick them and give them a new life

Those volumes still rest on my book shelve and I look at them

How the world abandon us just wander all bookworms

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