The Olden-Age Reader Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

There was a time
When they used to pencil
The lines
After reading

With the wooden pencil
Lining red,
Lining blue
As for good lines
Of thought and expression
So aesthetically beautiful

And so splendid and profound
Where the old reader,
Where those olden books,
Where that sincerity

With the pencil
Writing half-blue and half-red
He used to read and line
The most important lines

And the other wooden pencil
Writing blackly for the common use,
Where that reader
and who there pencilling with a rubber to correct?