The Wanderer Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

An ardent reader I am.
I wander from word to word,
Para to para and page to page,
Like a bee that extracts the essence
Of each flower, it visits.
I love the books I can enter to explore.
‘Do it with me, ' shout the books,
Stacked in the same shelf,
‘But do it not openly', they add;
Those books are mostly shy,
No one has opened them yet.
They are all unmapped.
How can one love
Those who hide their face and pace!
I wonder.