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Room
#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
dazzling and sparkling light bloom,
like daffodils dancing in the brook,
giving an enchanting look.
I look here and there,
there is eerie silence everywhere,
dusty and thirsty ,
left abandoned and isolated,
waiting for my presence,
the room with books,
looked dull and grey.
I took a broom ,
I heard a squeak,
a mouse ran so swiftly,
as if it had seen me.
Within a minute the room was dust free,
as if it was breathing fresh air suddenly,
frighting environment transformed into a house with existence of human being.
Myself surprised ,
wondered as if it was a stage,
started dancing ,
looking around dazed.
© -Darshana Thapa
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
dazzling and sparkling light bloom,
like daffodils dancing in the brook,
giving an enchanting look.
I look here and there,
there is eerie silence everywhere,
dusty and thirsty ,
left abandoned and isolated,
waiting for my presence,
the room with books,
looked dull and grey.
I took a broom ,
I heard a squeak,
a mouse ran so swiftly,
as if it had seen me.
Within a minute the room was dust free,
as if it was breathing fresh air suddenly,
frighting environment transformed into a house with existence of human being.
Myself surprised ,
wondered as if it was a stage,
started dancing ,
looking around dazed.
© -Darshana Thapa
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