My eyes stared on the fluttering pages
As it moved like a rainbow.
As I strained my eyes, shrinking my brows,
I saw many scribbles, which made me feel ages…
When I passed by it, I found it,
That the scribbles were those words…
The words of real life.
I read on and on…
Feeling a little suspicious,
That the world around
Was like words and scripts…
Which is not a serious matter
Of sorrow or happiness.
While, when it was written down,
It became the stories for entertainment,
Which was once a real life with soul.
As I read, the feeling of emotions
Blanketed me with-
Sorrow of the dying youth, sacrifice,
Starvation of own family, brutality of the society…
I couldn’t continue as my vision clogged
With tears of empathy.
But a voice woke me,
Which made me read further,
Where I found the solution,
To all these problems in the end,
Which made my heart feel lighter.
I couldn’t believe…
Those scribbles was having solutions
To those problems of real life?
I don’t know why people underestimate
But I understood...
There is only one in whole world
Who can find a proper solution to the real life problems…
Who can give you entertainment…
Who can give you as much information…
Who can give you the essence of love and kindness…
Who can build up emotions and sympathy in your mind…
Who is none other than the books… *******