A World of His Own
He lived thousands of lives
Known by hundreds of names
Once he was an explorer, a sailor, a ruler
He was all he could ask for
A spy, a painter, a failure
He had experienced it all
He shed tears seeing others suffer
And spread joyous vibe in the happy ever after
Facades of people, secrets of world.
You name it, he got it all
He travelled the world, without moving a finger
Because, he called it the 'power of reader.'
Copyright © Ruchita Patil | Year Posted 2023
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