I open them,
read the first few pages.
Flying off to places,
way beyond my reaches.
About wizards and witches,
about brave battle boys,
About the young little girl,
Happily playing her toys.
If someone calls out,
I am sure I wouldn't hear.
For I am far too lost,
In the book, I'm not here.
People often ask,
about my emotional investment,
In lives of people,
who have no existence.
It is my escape,
a rendezvous I call it.
Just that it include,
just the book and I.
You'd never ask,
if you ever read a good book.
And trust me, when you do
You'll find yourself shook.
By the peace it brings,
and the interest you took.
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Hey, I'm back again. There are so many occasions where I have been made fun of for reading too much. This poem is for those people who never experienced the pure joy that comes from reading a book. Byyyyyyeeeee!!!!
YOU ARE READING
A poems book
PoetryA compilation of original poems written by me. Friends And ditching Loads of bitching. Running Sulking Isolating. These are my emotions Inside Out I've given a taste Of how I sound. - Akshitanush
