By Jharana Pujahari
Literature taught me life lessons.
to live in world’s right way;
Sometimes while dwelling on the untrodden ways
and took the right one on my gloomy day.
It opens ways to express feelings.
Whether pains or pleasure and faith or dreaming.
The drama, the epics, the plays and the poems,
They created history and narrated events.
Depiction of society, thunder, and romance they reflect;
Whether it is Spencer’s Faerie Queene or Shakespeare’s Hamlet.
We learned much from the English and the French.
And we grew older when we read Indians.
Their narration and the list are long.
Whether it is Narayan, Anand, Khushwant, or Ruskin Bond.
How can we leave the God of Small Things and Arundhati Roy?
Desai’s Inheritance of Loss and Vikram’s Suitable Boys.
When it comes to myths and religions,
How can we leave Swami’s complete works and Prativa’s translations?
They are many and I can’t depict,
How well they nourish with the pen, and they deserve credit.
Literature is the sea, and works are pearls.
It gives light to the keen readers.