Whispers of pages, bound in ink,
Worlds unfold, a reader's link.
Imagination's fertile ground,
Where words and dreams are always found.
Books, portals to unknown lands,
Guiding hearts with gentle hands.
Heroes rise and villains fall,
Within these tales, we hear the call.
From dusty shelves, stories arise,
Words woven with magic's guise.
Emotions penned, heartstrings they pluck,
Through joy and sorrow, they run amuck.
In a hundred words, a universe blooms,
Where minds wander, escaping rooms.
Books, a treasure trove untold,
Their power, a story waiting to unfold.
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Shilpa Rawade
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