To Literature

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Mighty as a marching Roman legion,
Versatile as the varying seasons,
Pleasing as a scented morning flower,
It enthralls the mind at any hour,
And in every language and region.

Unfurling a novel world of its own
With every form that it loans,
Literature is an adaptable mould,
Shaping words into intricate gold,
Lines worthy of the highest throne.

It is an enchanting companion,
Having words as faithful minions
To strangers it is not subservient
Only ardent fans are deemed puissant
Mastery gained by few in a million.

Just as a captivating art form,
The inflections in a rhyme perform,
A dance at the tip of the tongue,
Accompanied by a lilt of a song.
Written tales into a drama transform.

Stories transport a mind somewhere far
Through a gilded door of a book cover ajar
Essays celebrate a conflict of opinion
Prose emulates the beauty of a stallion
Pulchritude and strength at par.

Poetry satiates the hungry soul
Simile, metaphors create a parallel scroll
Transcending barriers to breach
into experiences beyond mortal reach.
Ballads recount fables, never getting old.

The subtle mirth of a satirical pun,
Contradiction of a smart oxymoron
Playing cruel tricks on the intellect,
Figures of speech beguile unless outsmarted.
A benign aphorism gives advice with elan.

Literature, beauteous hidden gift of language.
In its clasp can hold readers' emotions hostage.
Exuding a exhilarating chortle one second,
The next having the spirits dampened,
Always leaving behind a rewarding message.

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