Fragrance Of A Book

It was night, the sight was black,

Keeping my yesterday in my back.

Rays of the sun make me wake,

I don't let my today anyway break.

It is not only the reason for motivation,

Books are actually making my nation.

Disliking scent and fragrance of rose,

I keep smelling pages with my nose.

Never heard nor I found it in dole,

Reading my love in the queue of the role.

Daily I do, madly hug you at night

While sleeping, I keep you in my right.

You make me glad in every way,

I hear you whispering what you say.

What wrong is with me, I never trace 

From you, I make me learn how to race. 

Never I feel dear, bad or worse

Keeping you, baby, inside my purse.

I sing your words like a song,

No music! no sound! Still happy for long.

People come, people go

You keep me going, I never say no.

Love, Love, Love, you're my love 

Let me call you really a dove.

That's the thing, take the whole

It teaches my mind as well as the soul.

Being with you, I feel me a child!

Doesn't it matter who calls me wild!

None does support and understand,

You help me really, hand in hand.

In any time whenever I reading start,

I feel my beats within my heart.

The way in happiness, I jump in cheers

You heal my pains in every tear.

No!No!No! Don't ask what's a book?

Yes!Yes!Yes! It never judges me by my look.