His Room Poem by Naveed Akram

His room was bitterly cold,
Coupled with the conversation,
Often through deep snow,
Often through the refugees
That showed too many shows.

His room began too simply like a temple,
On the grapes was a light
Of funny, funny sight that lit
Me in my eyes, feeling
Of the order that days are brighter
Than sunshine and moonshine
Put together.

Their rooms shouted avid
Memories of those dreamers
Too beautiful and calm,
Their rooms dissolved into liquid.

The ice had formed due to breakages
Of those in fun-play,
A little player has aroused a wrong
Message.