Of Roadside Books
A Poem by Lengdung Tungchamma
Useless and unattractive, they say to you
Lost, discarded, forgotten and maltreated
Not all see you
Not all who see you care to check
For you are trash
You are the uninteresting collections
The books that could not sell in traditional stores
Yet
Like old wine, you have the best taste
You contain treasures not found anywhere else
You hold books of old, wisdom from ancient of times
You are like the caves where every generation’s secret is hidden!
Here’s a reminder;
When others discard you, or disrespect you,
We love you! And we will always visit.
Cheers to roadside Books
PS: This poem (or whatever) was inspired by Wungakha Tongjal.
Photo Credits: Lengdung Tungchamma, Terminus!
Indeed, they are like caves where the secrets of every generation is hidden.
I never walk past them without stopping by to say "Hi", even without dropping a penny.
I like that this piece came forth!
Thank you letting it out, leader!
This is lovely!
We find beauty even in the unlikeliest of places.