I would carefully pry open, for these 'Books of Poetry'
narratives they manifest, surpassing the artistic test
stacked in orderly array, of the generations faraway
colorful commemorations, songs of poetic devotions
of poets virtuous intentions, and with divine inspiration
they would show those lines, great poets of their time
scriptures from historic past, of souls completed task
their poems were eternal, with their names perennial
for these 'Books of Poetry', its volumes are in infinity
when it was written, with their conscience smitten
bearing tears and pain, without any individual gains
placed in historical archives, the healing elixir for lives