The Silent Library Poem by Asim Baadshah

Dusty shelves guard forgotten lore,
Shadows stretch across the floor.
A candle flickers, its flame confined,
Pages breathe with an ancient mind.

The stillness hides what knowledge kept,
Where ink once bled, and stories slept.
A leather-bound tale sighs in the dark,
Waiting for hands to ignite its spark.

The clock ticks slow, a solemn hymn,
In endless halls that never grow dim.
Each book a portal, quiet, profound,
Carrying voices without a sound.

The library hums with sacred grace,
A universe bound in a single place.
Whispers eternal in stillness remain,
Guarding the soul of knowledge's domain.

~ Asim Baadshah