Whenever I feel alone and distracted,
I always rush to the library,
where thousands of souls reside.
From different centuries,
At contrasting times,
In the form of words and thought,
Telling stories and sharing ideas,
I always find myself here, whether in a book or any chapter or line.
It is like having a good friend from the past,
Who takes my hand and moves me back to the time,
My tired soul, from daily chores,
Need a little escape from the reality,
From friction the running hectic life,
To Silence with the whispering of thoughtful words,
Every book has the soul of its author,
A piece of their existence,
How they were,
How do they think,
How they write,
I wonder always,
Whenever I visit the library,
I feel them, whispers,
I feel them telling me the stories,
I cherish every moment here,
Book has souls and replenishes mine,
I always find my answers, I always find myself here.
