I Am A Bibliophile Read Count : 27
Category : Poems
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The more I read,
The more I grow.
When I am sad,
I hide myself within books.
I enjoy walking from a chapter to another,I enjoy meeting new characters.
Traveling from one town to
another within seconds and minutes.
Learning more about other lives,
Cause mine alone isn't satisfactory.
I like flipping the pages,
Delighted to mark them "END".
Book I read skill me with wings to face the unmerciful & fake life I live.
They fill the emptiness in me,
Complete my imperfections.
Several times I became the main character,
Fall in love with the beautiful fictional girls he met.
Some characters realize my dreams,
They motivate me more than never.
Reality is so painful,
I prefer living in my imaginary life.
Rooted in my book,I forget what happens around me.
I read in silence,
Under my mosquito net.
Silence? No,in reality I live in a loudest noise,
Where I listen to people Converse,and sometimes I advise them.
Where cars and rails make the loudest noises,hoots...
Where dishes scatter,mechanics hammer irons,people cry and crowd whisper's.
On my bed with a pillow and a book,
Legs moving, sometimes crossed,
I interact with thousand of people,
Eat several dishes.
I prefer venturing in the pages of books than discussing aimlessly.
Sometimes I burst in a loud laugh,
Or smile from time to time.
Oftentimes I tremble,
Some actions scared me.
I don't like virtual world,
I hate watching films.
I prefer Reading the film,
Make a Stage on my mind for the scenes.
As I read,I discover that I was without root and knowledge.
Let me loose myself in the fiction,
Reality is unachievable.
Bring me in an imaginary world,
Where smile isn't faked.
Give me a book,
And I'll give you it's summary.
Do me a favor,
Give me a cup of coffee.
If you love me,
Go away when I'm reading.
If you don't know who am I,
You can call Bibliophile.