Shelf after shelf of countless books
What a wonderful sight to those who look!
Hidden away from the selfish world,
As beautiful as a diamond, as precious as a pearl.

From tales the size of mere words,
To pages exceeding till a number never heard.
Stories of fiction, adventure, and exotic fantasy.
No other place has such an abundance of ecstasy.

I pick one up, and take a glimpse of what lies inside
Then spending infinite hours unable to keep it aside.
Some make me cry rivers of tears,
Others make me shiver in fear.

I find myself in a distant land,
Away from my troubles, away from human clan
The pictures greet me like one of their own,
And I sing with them, ignorant of the time that has flown.

The lush meadows and the shimmering sea,
The vibrant birds who gladly welcome me
The characters arrive, and I watch them dance
And sing and laugh and smile and prance

But alas, what begins must come to an end,
And I turn the last page, trying to comprehend
Where had I gone, what had I done,
What made me stay up from midnight to one?

On reaching the end of my blissful dream,
My thoughts spin around and flow like a gushing stream
Deprived of my joy, I grudgingly rise
Vowing to come back to my library, my paradise…