Life has its set pattern;
Bright, then gloomy
Achromatic, then colorful
Even in those ashen days,
There is vitality somewhere
We need to discover the source.
For me, it is the addictive smell of books
The gorgeous sight of my home library.
The stories take me away on a vacation
They dilute every dreariness
And revitalize me,
Bringing promise and hope.
I get enriched with inspiration
To be a great story teller some day;
My soul brims with love
I bask in the beauty of life.
Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Energy, Vitality