My Old Bed Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
My Old Bed
New morning,
New sun is shining,
New bird is singing,
New flower is blooming,
New breeze is blowing,
New hope is springing,
But I am lying
In my old bed,
It is reluctant to leave me,
I am also unwilling to go away from it,
My soul is deeply entwined with it,
My old bed is promising
To give me eternal peace and serenity.
A very creditable piece of work dear Anjandev! Magnificent poetic expression! Liked it.
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8/6/2025 10:32:21 AM # 1.0.0
Beds are designed to last long and to make us feel comfortable. If it serves the purpose, it will be there always with us until it becomes unnecessary due to wear and tear. A wonderful poem well expressed and crafted.