World of Books – Poetry

I thought my love is ideal

                  Took pride in it

Left my world of books

                    And ventured into

This strange world of love.

                     But now

Battered in love and life,

Bruised in heart and body,

I stumbled weakly,

                  Once again into

My world of books ?.

Into this castle of security.

                    And am once again

Welcomed warmly, heartily.


No longer will I have

           A heady feeling but

Neither will I feel


No longer will I sing,

                      A happy merry song.

Neither will I face,

An angry remark and

                A slammed door.

I will never be happy again!

              Neither will I be unhappy!