Books, Books and Books....

Peals of laughter, sometimes a soft parting,
Of the lips of a lover.
The cries of a child or
the emotions of a sister or a brother.
Scenes of a battle that talk of all those who bled.
Or a macabre ghost that fills the heart with dread.

The characters stare on the face.
Making us laugh, cry or, with adventure, our hearts race!
A doctor for the heart, a teacher of the mind.
The treasure of knowledge is free for all who can find.

Ruskin Bond’s stories that talk of the Dehra town.
Chetan Bhagat’s story of grown up years of his own.
Life in Rome during days of Cleopetra and Ceasar.
Or smaller Indian towns like Badayun or a town in Bihar.

When heart is heavy due to a tiff with the lover.
Or tense with office work pressure.
In timnes like these, a good book has a role,
To provide instant relief for the mind and the soul.

As the wise men doth say,
Be it rain, hail or be it bright sunshine.
In melancholy or in joys alike.
Books are a man’s best friend for life.