​Sometimes
I wither in panic
Remembering​​ the books I’m yet to read
The many titles I wish to re-read
And fear that
Life will take me away
Before I can savour them
To my heart’s content.

Sometimes
I bloom in ecstasy
Remembering the books I’m yet to read
The many titles I wish to re-read
Because no matter how many years pass by
Or I live till eternity
I’ll always have something new
To read.

There is no cage that can hold me
No prison that can contain me
No four walls can restrain me
Or take away my freedom
As long as I have a book
Within reach.
Take them away, and you’ve as good as
Taken my life away.