In this age of data streams, screens and light,
In this world of endless clicks and taps,
An informational wonder comes into sight.
A technological creation fills the gaps—
A device emerges, simple and bright—

This device, untraceable and profound,
This device of wonder, sleek and sly,
This device, marvelous, safe and sound,
Where no one’s snooping from the sky.
Where privacy and peace abound—

Some devices have quick flashing flair,
Here, words private, each image your own,
No endless scroll, no banner’s glare,
An offline haven where you’re alone,
no apps with pop-ups everywhere…

No data breaches, no secret steals,
Unhackable, the data—organized—neat,
No server logs, no spinning wheels—
Browse all day, no one can cheat.
Your information—not sold in private deals.

In a world of clouds and endless chase,
This device, my sanctuary, stays—
Where data vanishes without a trace,
My analog escape in digital days.
The books’s my safe, secure place!

No tech to consume, it’s pure,
My history stays locked away,
A minimalist tool built to endure.
No multinational spies today!
In pages, peace becomes the cure.

No flashy ads, no hidden chains.
A distraction I can’t quite bear,
A world where imagination reigns.
So I stick with books—peace, if I dare.
In this device, the calm remains.

So here I linger, free to roam,
Just me and my book, no looking back.
Each query, each discovery, my own.
In its silent operation, nothing I lack.
In a book, I find my home.