Shelves of Wonder

A designated place in a specific spot

Has the curious name of the "Wonder Lot".

These are my shelves and rows of books

Is a storehouse of information and knowledge

All know by their looks.

They are my company, my soulmate 

As-far-as I remember

"Champak" and "Chacha Choudhary"

Being my first wonder.

"Nancy Drew" helped me move up the ladder

"Tagore", "Shakespeare" and "Tolstoy"

All followed the order.

These shelves and their contents 

Have always mesmerized

Transporting me to a world of fantasy and wonder.

Never had I a dull moment with them

Spinning my imaginary castle

Running in the corridors of mystery and suspense.

I followed the "Hardy Boys"

In their journey, fun and games.

"Bankim Babu's" work tad difficult to read

And yet I performed the impossible feat.

Sometimes I think 

I should have married my books

Then one day I would be a princess

The other day a crook.

In these pages my imagination

Runs amok here and there

I can feel "Shakuntala's" pain

And "Kapalkundala's" fear

And what if one day 

Somebody would dare to steal 

My "Wonder Lot"

I would hunt him like the pirate "Sparrow"

With an eye tied in a cloth.