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Do you realize
Enough cannot emphasize
Those harmless bookmarks
Once valued more than the quarks
This poetic space
Is cramped warning to this case
That our lives alter
If ever bookmarks falter
Imagination..
Surfeit, causing damnation
For between covers
Invented by book lovers
Marks page in book thick
To resume your reading quick
There are kinds and kinds
Some made up by crazy minds
Scotchbrite, orange rind
Kitchenfoil,Knife with no hind
Pressed flowers, combs, pins
Lid of three cornered jam-tins
Family photographs
Tickets to last stop ,don't laugh
Postcards, pencovers
Rendevous maps of lovers
Unposted letters
Posted envelope tatters
Cheques and bills unpaid
And if that's not enough said
Tweezers and pincers
And the perfume dispensers
A decade of rosary beads
Two pin plugs and dried up weeds
Even baby's wee tooth
Fined receipts of parking booths
A certificate
The last, not least and too late
Belonged to my friend
Inside a book she had lend
I sold the scrapped book
We despaired by hook or by crook
Pillar to post ran
And at last found the scrap-man
There was no comfort
To retrieve her marriage cert.
As pulped with no trace
Was that book in the furnace
It became much joked
Laughter and ribbing we all poked
She celebrated
Loss of proof hardly rated
And sealed with a kiss
Forty years of wedded bliss
No sooner he died
Inconsolable, she cried
By law unwed she
Had to get hold- a copy
Stood unwidowed state
dispossessed of her estate
How our lives falter
Inspite of truth and altar
I vote that bookmarks
Should be phased out with the arks
Note : This idea of the poem came to me after reading about bookmark museums,crafts and articles...The only truth is that exactly this way many such certificates are lost ..and in an overpopulated place...it fans legal hassles and loopholes and runaround before the matter can be sorted out.
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