Curl up in bed,
and Study,
For it’s a room of one’s won.

A room,
Be the best company,
In sorrow,
In joy,
While studying,
While playing.

A room of one’s own,
Is what child’s desrie,
Is where man’s desire,
Is where old die.
A lifelong company,
Knowing all your secrets,
All your happiness and sadness,
A mother,
From whom you can’t hide,
What’s in depths of one’s heart.

A room of one’s own,
Taken care,
As most of life,
Spent there.

A room of one’s own,
Children’s play,
Writer’s heaven,
Lover’s garden,
Old’s care.



P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).


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