Room Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

'Twas my favourite land,
Where I liv'd for a long time
It fed me with its wet wheat,
E'en in my darkened misery of hungry
It swept away all my wounded tears,
With a piece of rag,
From the valley of my fragile mind
As though a mother caressing,
And hugging her child
You nurtured me all the time
Thou' my soul was drenching in despair
By hiding the uncountable frenzies
Of my endurance days,
I live there for a long time
I was a lamenting bird,
Of a sullen grey sky
Who built his nest on top of a tomb
Where he await'd for his dreams
To be flourishing in time
Amid all the agonies, I forgot my curse
As I could have fallen asleep,
In my room, in my room
where I lived for a long time..