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The games words play

Since the time I was a boy small,

(Some of you will now snigger),

I was the one with the book and not the ball,

And just like everyone as I grew bigger,

Books were still not considered de rigueur.

I read Champak and I read Tinkle,

And anything that I could in front of me see,

However, text books were always just a sprinkle,

They somehow drove me up a tree,

Holy Mother of God!, why wouldn't they just let me be?

As I grew older, my books grew bolder,

(No, I don't mean what you think I mean),

Books became bigger and the stories grew colder.

The trend continued as I eventually passed my teens,

But boy, I could easily be called a reading machine.

I never romanticised books, their form didn't matter,

The beauty of the print or the color of the cover,

These were to books what egg is to batter;

They just hold them so they don't fall all over,

It was the words and their play that made me a lover.

They have made me laugh they have made me smile,

Even made me cry and in love made me fall,

Making every sleepless night completely worthwhile,

I know it is me and not them at the other's beck and call,

Though sports could have possibly made me tall.

I now read them on my beloved Kindle named Jude,

There is no fragrance of inky books or colorful prints,

Though I now carry in my pocket, books in multitude.

I still dream and they still color my glasses in various tints,

And without dog-ears through my books I sprint.

I still want to own a library where books for free kids rent,

They come and read every book ever written,

It is just a fantasy, which periodically I vent.

I can keep writing on how with books I am smitten,

But I'll now let you be, and assume you too are bitten.