In my room.

In my room.

My room is my shelter, my home,

Where I live and roam.

It is the place where, l play ;

Remain safe and feel slay.

When I come inside, through the room door,

I feel comfortable more;

Nobody in my room lives here,

Except for me and my things there.

My belongings are full in my room,

Which I have to clean and broom.

No one other of my things rather;

Only about my things, I have to bother.

I have a bed where,

I sleep and rest.

I keep clean my pillows and blanket, keep it aside on my bed;

So, it doesn't feel like a fest!

Facing towards the east there is a windowpane,

At least, from where my room air gains.

Keep it fresh and fragrance filthy,

So I feel to breathe healthy.

Full of books and study belongings, there is a table,

Where I sit on a chair to be able;

To do my deeds,

As I like to write and read!

In my table, I have a stuffed toy;

that brings inside me a joy.

Loneliness in me disappear,

When I see it

And feel more happier!

                                          -Indrajit.