A Song Named Poem - A Collection Of Poetries

A Pocket Of Knowledge

Heavy bags falling apart,
As the pages tend to escape.
Looking for a place where their beautiful knowledge,
Shall not be converted into fleeting wealth.

Infinite knowledge in the space and beyond,
Is confined within a finite pocket.
Ink that should've splashed with curiosity,
Now exists as unknown variables.

When our textbooks open for once in a while,
Why do we dream about a luxury car?
Why is knowledge considered a transaction machine,
When it is so much more than that.

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