There is something magical about libraries
With the scent of beautiful, clean pages
And the swift silence that always seems to accompany it
And the line of books arranged on the shelves
Making you dizzy just looking at them
But that’s not why they are other-worldly
For in just a large room
There are as many dimensions as the books
The silence allows me to visit them peacefully
To merge with them
For each book has a history
Has a beautiful story
Each with its own beloved and hated characters
Each with a promise of something new
Which allow us to go to the moon
Or to another planet, far, far away
Or to a damsel in distress being saved by her prince
Endless possibilities
Endless dimensions
And they all have endless imaginations
Awesome. Even minor of the topics are expressed in your poems very beautifully.
Thank you so much Aditi