The Book fair

Little me went to a book fair
Joy and excitement imbibed in air…
My twinkling eyes never questioned
Why am there and what is the reason..

I was the one timid and ignorant
Innocence flowed like air in barren..
Mother was the one holding me then
Nurturing was her skill still being silent..
She is the one who unlocked my passion
Tales and stories became ceaselss addiction..
The striking letters in the velvet pages
Prevalent in my heart since my early ages..
The letters were remarkable nonetheless strong
To recognize the path of right and wrong..

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