A wandering soul
Which is in search of a definite goal
Finds its peace and solace
In the books which it keeps close.
A traveler’s spirit
Which yearns to walk free across the streets
Feels home in the yellow sheets
Filled with experiences and emotions, bitter and sweet.
With each new book
A reader extends his friend list
Which is full of knowledge
And surplus wisdom he constantly seeks.
Books are the portable magic
And glittery bundles of immense happiness
Which could transport you to wonderland
And lets you travel at the will of a magic wand.
Books are ethereal
Imparting cognition to the lost ones
Bringing stability to the estranged minds
Inculcating intellect and values to craft a worthy human!
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