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The Book

Soumya explores the magical and mystical world of children through books, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths.

I am a magic box
With treasure inside me
Do you want to get the loot?
It is quite easy
All you have to do
Is learning how to read
Then the treasures are all yours
That is all you need.

You just turn the cover
And a wonder awaits you
Out jumps djinns and fairies
Gods ghosts what have you
Tales of long, long ago
Glimpses of distant lands
Adventures dreams and legends
All are in your hands

You can laugh and cry with me
And have oodles of fun
Get lost in my pages
And my job is done
I and all my buddies
Hang around a magic tree
You know where you find this place?
It’s called a library
Why don’t you come and join us
And bring along your pals
Together we will have such fun
All you guys and gals.-

©Soumya Mukherjee

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Soumya Mukherjee
Soumya Mukherjee is an alumnus of St Stephens College and Delhi School of Economics. He earns his daily bread by working for a PSU Insurance company, and lectures for peanuts. His other passions, family, friends, films, travel, food, trekking, wildlife, music, theater, and occasionally, writing. He has been published in many national newspapers of repute. He has published his first novel, Memories, a novella, hopefully, the first of his many books. He blogs as well.

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