A Book
What if I tell you a secret
The book picks the reader
And not the other way around
Like a friend waiting around the bend
Open pages beckoning without a sound
I’ve found myself in each book
Identifying with pages in which I partook
When did I become the characters
And the character became me?
I almost feel haunted by the voice
Of the writer and this imagination shared
Drawing me into worlds, I need to explore
Where fantasy meets dreams
Reality is so far-fetched it seems
Diving deep into a book
The sheer emotions I feel
Magnifies and withers
As I travel across each page
Ink running into corners of my mind
A fairy-tale, a fiction, a fantasy
A mystery or be it just a funny tale
I read and digest on this tireless quest
Yearning for more, till I satisfy
This unending curiosity!
2.9.22
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