Poem by Sushruth Adari
Starting to read a book of late
Never lets me sleep out straight
Ending the day-saving the rest for a while
Only to realize when I wake up late
The mesmerising lines in print
Could take us to the edge of a brink
Or to the middle of a desert
Having the least water to drink
It may lead us to be a king
Or to the poorest household with barely anything
The words may shrink to the character’s instinct
Carrying us on its journey to make us momentarily extinct.
The cure of this acute obsession
Is found on the day when you finish the book’s session
Sleeping all the way with the book beside your head
Dreaming all the emotions that the character had felt
Reading the lines of these great pages
Hooked me to it from many ages
Concluding the best fairly early
Always leave regret in finding another promptly.