Escape

Neither I need a time machine,

Nor any socializing site.

Just entail a beckoned novel,

Compulsing me to hold it tight.

Bewitched in leafing of pages,

Gradually sensational enduring chapters start.

Often stuck on the book,

Awaiting for it to last.

Exuberant heart embeds the characters,

A perpetual attachment binds.

Compiling turmoil of emotion and words,

Manifesting the rhetorical work of broad minds.

Book prompts sweet and musty smell,

Wafting into my nose and linger.

Amid the vistas of fantasy,

Brewing me into a delirious thinker.

While reading ambivalent feeling evolves,

Maturity attained from the words.

Analyzing and agonizing the end,

Learned things which is unheard of.

The second the book seems to end,

It drives me in vain.

Commencing for looking a triumph piece,

That's could make me insane.