Written by: Isha Shrestha - 25064, Grade XI
Posted on: 26 January, 2024
The moment I saw my room I just entered in
Then the only thing I was able to see was a dustbin
Down the dust which lies on the floor of my room
Those unused items all on the table with a gloom
Up the dustbin lies a table
All the stuffs I need there was stable
The sharpeners, the bottles and the band aid I needed
Stationery all over the place with a pencil leaded
Books and copy with a rough surface
Which was put on the showcase
It was not only a place to put my copies and books
There was the memories of me and others which had me shook
Stepping up to the charts hanging on the wall
All those formulas ready to fall
It was the time to fall
But little I know about me being a dull
The term was dull
But I mispronounced it and made it a doll
Which turned out the poem to be at the place where I sleep
Most of the time I see someone giving me a peep
Which had me shiver and think too deep
And as an ordinary one observing my room
I was barely to be at room.
