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There lies a boundless paradise

 Beneath the wondering skies

There would always be chattels of deception

Wiping those faded memories

Off the creeping time

Loneliness is a closed book

On a dusty shelves next to unwound clock

Every word that eluded me

During my restless delirium

I have had to read every page of it

Immersed in the silence of the library

Unearthing the shallow of the boredom

Dim lights to fill the cracked walls

Chasing the eclipsed mind

With books  dangling in a raging thoughts

And reverberate to the sound

Of a vibrant cascade

It redeems the seekers after knowledge

Which will not perturb them

With tales of their inflated ego

There’s  been times

I’d like to close these lifeless pages

And release the rusty manacles

in every reading room

And mesmerise them by a clarion call

Ben Younes Majen

London