My Sister's Library

She was an ardent reader,

while I battled

with shapes and texts.

Hesitantly, once, I opened,

the mysterious front door

to my sister's library.

Into word-lanes,

around each sentence,

soon, a page, then chapter…

With a four-book-worth 

of captivating journeys

every year,

to treasure,

slowly I drifted

to mindful intoxication.

Fulfilled, by year end,

at the back door

I wait,

each time,

to exchange

a whole new self!