Incomplete Poem by Sanchita Julka

I lie down on my bed,
Staring at p.o.p niches overhead,
They could have been better,
I often think, nah! Lot of redoing,
Let it be this way….
Another morning will show,
Today will turn tomorrow soon.
The question seems unchanged,
What next? I don't know!
The mellowed white of my walls
Has lost the plastic sheen,
Watermarks of fingers and palms,
Scratches and some weathered paint.
This time should I color it deep?
Looking good or easy to maintain…..Confused I turn myself, only to
Confront the my heart again;
What next? I don't know
Let it be as things are,
Till another tomorrow show.
My room has lost the glow.,
It needs a retouch or a lift,
But where to start, how to begin;
They all are bits of the whole..
What next? I dnt know