My Room

 Butterflies,flowers, grapes and leaves dancing in the rhythm of air,

Those badminton rackets hung in the corner, older than me, still remain as new

And my scribblings and quotes that mama complains, outshine in their brilliant colours in the wall.

My clock's tickings and fan's humming helps me with white noise, when I study

Through the open window, I could see, the lights of a distant home

In the table lay the candles, ink bottle, and all sort of things from needle to scissors find their place peacely.

Books remain as an unavoidable component,

The more I avoid them, the more they occupies the space,

Millions and billions of words, dazzling like stars over the roof,

And I enjoy the aroma of these constant companions.

Imprints of my hand with the name of the Creator in its heart,

And the outline of my shadow, make my room stupid in some swiftly thoughts,

But I believe they will hold me there in the vastness of time.

And my bed , it's cozzy blankets and my pillow, comforting me all the cold nights,

And the lights, without which I can never sleep in the dark,

Protecting me and giving me warmth still the sunshine reaches my bed.

No place in the world  gives me more calmness than this sweet little place,

Not even a small thing here is against my will,

They know my heart and the familiar light,

And if they had life, they would have become the better part of my life.

©️2021Neemamol