Books

The name of my best friend is Harry

No, its Thomas may be Catniss or Sherlock my decision from time to time varies

I had so many friends and yet I had none

I travelled so many worlds, along with them so many battles I’ve won

Some of them were true geniuses, some were trouble makers

Some were fools, who later became the world shapers…

Each of them taught me a distinct way of life

All probabilities and possibilities they showed me were indeed rife

The funny thing about my buddies was, many times they were just as lame as me

But they viewed the world from their own perspective, they taught me how to be free!

It’s only because of them I never felt alone

Sitting in the wheelchair, so many dimensions I’ve been shown

At times they were heroes, sometimes they were real crooks

Alright, I accept my best friends were the books!