My Room Poem by Binod Bastola

My shocks are lying upon my shoes,
My shoes are breathing some how upon that route!
My clothes are hanging, some of them are shrink on the corner of my floor,
Its a messi muffine of my room,
My cute red water bottle empty like dead!
My sexy bag she is sleeping on my pillo of t-shirt, two of my inner! Red and white, i dont know what they are gossiping!
My towel is praying for her bath this time, when i wrap her before going to take bath!
I cant even see my big carry bag where she is deserted on those messi mountain of clothes,
Poor, i used her laste time three months back!