In a very lonely childhood time
My sole companions were the books
They kept me totally entertained
I was lost to a world hidden in a nook
This friendship was to last forever
The books had never forsaken me
Whenever I was down the dump
Under their wings, they’ve taken me
I was mocked for being a bibliophile
And good for nothing otherwise
I was simply mortified as
I was not at all worldly-wise
I’d sit down on the solitary bench
A rare sanctuary under the trees
With a book in hand, I was oblivious
To the world, feeling the fragrant breeze
Only nature, now, remembers me
As a lonely soul holding a book
No one can find a physical body,
Just an invisible shadow if they look
Yes I am gone away, away from the universe
But my thirsty soul still lingers around
Where it got solace and peace, far from
The crowd, holding a book without sound
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India