Books – and the Lockdown

Me and you, both locked in a room,
Not a bollywood song but a story true,
The lockdown happened, it was me and you,
And now I look at you, I know I missed you

A book, its world, the assorted collected words,
It is a book, though, or is it a world?
Is it a world within each book,
Or have I found that books are the world?

Four books a day, boss please go slow,
So I pick one book, a thick one through and through,
When the lockdown opens, wonder what will be true,
Outer light abound, or darkness of missing you!

Oh so true those fables were,
They said best friends are true,
And my alter ego, were always you,
Now tell me quickly, new stories, will you?  

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