In The Comradeship Of A Book Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

It is not that available; it's over-available
Dragging into depths, it is unbelievable
Shelves followed by shelves
Stars and the events, all queue in decency
Chapters chirp in our hearts
And the charts chase our shades
Some of it is unacceptable
Part of it is pretty crazy
The book is wonderfully woven
Smoke its bits to your soul
It refers to the ancient brushes
It honestly flirts with yesternight's yawns
Trying with today is its old habit
Distance to it is distance to us
Like men, it's not that fussy
Air akin to life equips it
It's gorgeously pleasurable
Images of the mind mumble here
Delve into it, I bet, it's slow and appealing
It is touchy to its true lanes
It is pathetically peaceful
The book that challenges our stupidity
The book that invites openness
Follow the directions; drive accordingly
Thrilling! Threatening are its streams
It interestingly annoys at times
Aggressive enough to strike us down
The obnoxious it; the stubborn it
Nothing, amigos, surpasses a book!