What do you do, after reading a book
After the suspense, of who done it
The twist and turns, the favourite characters
The ones so hated, the ones so loved
The ones so hated, one came to love
Those that carry the sympathy vote, " so unlucky, poor soul"
Sat in a room, of solitary accompany
In a crowd, on fields, on different settings
But none so strong, with enough vigour of sway
To destruct attention, caught in a trance
Into another world, like that of Alice
Others wonder, with fascination of such dedication
Then to the last word read, of ending sentence
What do you do, after completing a journey
Just when the last wax, illuminates to its end
Some characters stay on memory, encrusted
While others dissipate, like ghost's shadows
Never to be thought of, ever again
Then one opens, closed views again
To be aware of one's surrounding, again
To pick and choose, what straw to pull from
What do you do next
After the last word of sentence
After the last cover gives way, to life in chapters
