Walking towards the library
A grandeur box filled with mystery
A mixture of smell of old and new (world)
You can taste the universe at the palm of your hand
I love to be alone in the library
With Pirates and dolphins and in lover’s bliss
I feel the feeling the story gives
(Like) The excitement of horrors, thrillers, and romance gives
This excitement (or feeling) I can’t get anywhere
Only in stacks full of books lined up everywhere
Even when I am not reading anything,
Their company gives me a natural pleasure or high
I can’t describe but imagine
All I know is I am at the company of the Kings