Old Room Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It's my room, my new room now,
It looks gorgeous and attractive throughout,
I lie on the cosy bed of it
And soon fall deep asleep.
After a while I dream
My beloved old and shabby room is calling me with great affection and emotion,
I am trying hard to run to its affectionate lap,
But I can't as my new feeling foils my every endeavour,
I am screaming bitterly and my dearest old chamber is also crying for me,
At once I wake up anxiously
And find that my favourite old room has completely disappeared
And my excellent new room has come back with its magnificent stature.