It was a time I used to,
Study books all the time;
But not had any relation,
It was just academic time;
But what a new change came,
I am talking to each book of mine;
Away from practical life,
I own a fantasy world of mine;
What happens to me in my free time?
My eyes search for my crush;
In craving to read them not once, not twice, nor thrice,
I pop out on my study table;
Once I caught their theme,
I don’t leave them for a really long time;
Without taking any nap,
I keep muttering there every single line;
No matter if it’s 12:00 by night,
No matter if I am lonely figure;
Every flip of their pages,
Makes me fresh and curious…
