Nothing crosses my mind
When with a book I unwind.
Magical words weaves its band
Transporting me to a hypothetical land.
I have the freedom to chose my character
Without being judged in any chapter.
One moment I may be the street urchin
Running bare feet on the open street;
Next moment I may be the armed soldier
Fighting in wars and saving our borders.
None can stop me from playing the queen
Shouting orders at every being;
Or perhaps the pompous drunk
Pretending to be no less than a monk.
Ah! how richly my mind is fed
When with a Book I lie on my bed.
By Binita Jha
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