Tucked away in a corner
Engulfed in a story of sorts
My books and I
Are inseparable consorts
And those are the perfect days
Of calm and quiet times
When I read and read some more
Indulging in me-times
Lazy morning of weekends
And late late at nights
Books take me wherever
In creatively dreamy heights
An invisible force in-between
Attachment seeping in
A story holding us together
Like a magnetic pull within
And I should say this atlas
With a great well-read peace
Curiously cozy at heart
Books are splendid indeed
Praj101
