My Room Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Dim light flickering and spreads its pale appearance on floor of naked face

Curtains dangling from walls of washed-out colour

Heaps of dust and dirty mounted over books of closed-destined

My library laden with books of forgotten fate

A wardrobe full of nothong

Tattered clothes and ragged pillows

Hums and buzzes of flies and mouses which are digging a hollow pit on floor are visible as the sound of seeking- truth entity comes from purity and chastity

The stench of darkness and impending disaster aromatized the air of my room in a sort of perpetual effect

Medicines and drugs can be found, scattered on floor of frozen enthusiasm

Rusty doorknob and corroded sockets are just ornaments of my secluded room

Windows are wrapped with a thick layer of grime
Like corpse covered with the last shroud

Reminiscence of paradise lost when I was 11

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