Been a fervent bookaholic,
‘Egghead’ was his moniker.
In lieu of loafing in respites,
He mugged up jillion books.
Digged in the alchemy of words,
And made them his cohorts.
With the aid of rimmed specs,
He read out his hallowed lines.
Fables and poems enticed him
With new musings and inklings.
A world of wisdom was visible
In the tinted sheets of booklets.– Athira A
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