jyoti mishra

My Room - Poem by jyoti mishra

opened drawers, hanging clothes
revolving fan, and no sign of vain

your books, your papers
it is only 'you' here, who matters

this is your space, you simply rest
got nothing to chase, no burden on the chest

you scream, you laugh, you cry
to this place its hard to say good-bye

I know it sounds bit hi-fi
but i find my room, better than heaven in sky! !

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010

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