Found myself in a book, big and boring..
No laughter, no innocence, no imagination, no stories..
Enough of law, enough of lexicons..
Packed my apple and went searching..
Blinded by the colours and happiness..
Deafened by sweet innocent laughs everywhere..
This is where I belong..
So many stories to crawl on..
But division was here as well..
2 different families.. Where to go where not to..
Confusion confusion everywhere…
Saw a shining stone, followed her footstep..
Best friend she was.. now a mentor as well..
Knocked the door with MOP on its name plate
A different world reaching those who could not reach there..
Teaching to read, to understand, to spell and to write..
Welcoming everyone to the family, Giving them a new beginning.. a new start..
It is not me if I don’t crawl, knocking the next door
Taking the happiness to the schools..
Teaching to read, to understand, to spell and to write..
Wrong was I.
Doors were different but the family was one..
United by books and the desire to pass knowledge to everyone.
Two different branches of a single tree..
Dwelling behind two different doors to make more like me..
Who am I?
A bookworm crawled from MOP to LIS
