The Feeling of Getting Lost In a Book
In this modern world of hustle and bustle.
When I hear the pages of a book, rustle.
At the end of the day when everyone is gone.
In the darkness of the night when I feel alone.
When in a hectic routine I want the ease.
Getting lost in a book is the only source of peace.
A book is not silent it does speak and talk.
It writes on the board of mind with a quiet chalk.
From all the vexations of life, it gives you escape.
Help to re-build your senses and your attitude to re-shape.
Indulging in a book nourishes both soul and heart.
And you can give your day a fresh new start.
It is a gateway from this cold world of brutality.
And entering peacefully into the world of tranquility.
The feeling is far better than a peaceful nap.
It is as comforting as your mother’s lap.
I can say about myself not about any other.
A book is my second mother, A book is my second mother.
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