In books we find a world so vast,
Of tales both present and past,
Of heroes brave and villains sly,
Of love and loss, of truth and lies.
In poetry we find a voice,
Of passion, sorrow, pain and choice,
Of rhythm, rhyme, and melody,
A language of the soul set free.
In prose we find a path to walk,
Through mountains high and valleys broad, Through gardens lush and deserts dry,
A journey of the heart and mind.
In literature we find a gift,
A treasure trove of thought and wit,
Of wisdom, beauty, and insight,
A legacy that shines so bright.
So let us read with open minds, And in the stories that we find, Let us see the world anew, And in our hearts, let truth pursue.
-MonicaVaranjani
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