Bibliophilic Chrysalis

By Mahi Sood

Bibliophile, does it describe you?

When you open a book, a piece of art,

You immerse yourself in the 

Magnanimous years of work,

You’re there.

At every page you flip, your visage becomes astringent.  

You wish the exuberance would last a lifetime,

You wish it were a verisimilitude,

But you know its transitory when someone snaps you back to life.

They call you a bookworm

But you’re just an antiquarian.

It creates insomnia, it creates desire,

It creates a twisting feeling in your stomach,

Then why do you read?

By Mahi Sood