Second hand book market in Delhi

Here is a city full of prisons
Flower shops guarding them

I ran through their crowd
Their greed making them poor
I saw people standing over books
Trading knowledge in kilos
Grease stained fingers polishing the glossy covers
Sellers giving a strange smile
It was getting dark and cold
They packed their ocean of books
In their brown sacks five feet long
These second hand books are amnesic
Remembered nothing of their past