Note: Say it aloud. In fact, sing it. Then go back to reading.
Why do we read?
We read, because,
once upon a time,
When we were small,
and the world looked tall.
Yes, once upon a time…
when solo-ride was a crime.
Once upon a time,
at that precise time,
a story was told.
A story of adventure,
of hero, of villain and of gold.
The time flew,
and yet, that story remained,
As we read it again and again.
Why do we read?
We read to learn, to grow,
to explore.
To travel the world,
leaving behind, our own shore.
To sing without singing
And dance, without, really dancing.
To do all the impossible things,
While sitting on a chair,
like innocent-beings.
Why do we read?
We read, because,
not everyone around us,
understands,
What it feels to be us?
To laugh and cry,
for no reason.
To fall in love,
and hate, every season.
But those in the books,
they do.
Yes, they do, and that’s why,
Yes, that’s why… we read, we succeed.
Why do we read?
We read, because,
if we don’t,
a clown (wearing a crown),
insensitive and insane,
would fool us,
time and again.
He changes the history,
and creates a mystery.
While he lies,
and lies every day,
Our books, speak the truth
day after day.
We read, because,
we have to, and,
if we don’t,
wise will become fools,
and fools will make the rules.
But…
and but is important, indeed.
That won’t happen,
as long as we read.
I promise, that won’t happen,
as long as we read.
So, what are you doing?
Go, read, you fool.
Deepak Rana 