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Aug 2014
Where the streets of the world
with their crash and bang
and the worries of life
that blood suckers gang
are banished from sight
from the court of the mind
That haven is a book

Where reality takes
the furthest seat back
and fiction makes
more sense than fact
That theater is a book

Where seas are crossed
in the blink of an eye
and the mind engrossed
though days pass by
That magic is a book

As a story takes shape
in the readers mind
let dark be the days
and silent the night
he takes no heed
all he needs is a light
and a cozy nook
to the world he is lost
That shelter is a book
Siddharth Penmetcha
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