Story Of A Book Worm. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

They calls me a bookworm
I spends my time in a closed room
The windows are always opened
To let the new wind always to come
My surroundings are all books
But I reckon it as my friends
My surroundings are steel book shelf
There I keeps my reading books
The books that I love most in my life
The precious thing that I likes
Every page of books is important to me
The thoughts of great men in fingertip
They calls me a book worm
Nonsense itself spending time
But it is my hobby, play, and everything
It is my treasure always I keeps
I will pass it to my heir after death
A will is likely make the things easy
I frighten whether it will lost for ever
The world of Books are changing much
E Books and world of internet
Making their own convenience to readers
But I think books will be ever there
As long as thoughts of human mind
They calls me a bookworm that I pride
The great men the great human beings
Their words in Books how thoughtful!
Worthy they are to the changing world
The happy world we can create here.