My room, five hundred sft.
Blue colored, as if
It shows the sadness
Of someone’s heart.
Hundreds of book’s well maintained
In the self…
Embracing thousands of
Stories of sorrows, sufferings and
Happiness too…
Me, seating before it
Has been trying to hold
All the stories and
Experience,
In the surface of
My hairy chest…
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