It’s Not Just A Room Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

It’s not just a room.
Not just a four walls.
Not just a roof and a floor.
Not just few windows and a door.
It’s a bosom friend of mine.

It watches me every time.
It watches me when I am awake.
It watches me even when I sleep.
It can also listen to my words.
But it can’t talk to me.

It had seen all my seasons.
It smiled along with me in joy.
It stayed along with me in silence.
It cracked along with me in pain.
It’s been with me in all times.

I act as a strong man.
I hide my pain and smile.
I only cry in its hands.
It helplessly listens to my cry.
It helplessly sees my flowing tears.

My day starts on its laps.
My day ends on its laps.
My smile starts on its laps.
My tears end on its laps.
It lives along with me.

It brings the morning rays.
It protects from the sun rays.
It helps me in many ways.
When all other doors close
It opens its door for me.

It’s a four wall of freedom.
It’s a friendly roof of warmth.
It’s a lovely floor of bed.
It’s an earthly window of light.
It’s a beautiful door of heart.

And it’s not just a room.