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Fictitious Reality Of Books
Fictitious Reality Of Books
The fictitious reality of books
Is where I travelled this time
Far from this world
On a path less travelled by
Where bitter truths are all futile
Only overwhelming realities lie
Where words are not mere
Ink spotted lies
But there souls come alive
The fictitious reality of books
Is where I travelled this time
On a journey that takes you
Through the life of mysteries and
Romance of shy,
Running parallel to the reality that
Everyone despise,
A reality where love and compation never die
And everyone shares it without asking for a reason to egoistic why?
Where needs are not mere deceptions to fool others
But a way to improve and enhance
Our friendly ties.
The fictitious reality of books
Is where I travelled this time
With the rules of humanity I
Want to abide and live by
A place where even the darkness in our heart smiles,
And waves you to say good bye.
