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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