Room Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR
Room
Window of my room closed;
There only a narrow hole
Wind blowing
Bearing the fragrance of flower...
My room is full of stench
Horrible old clumsy fellow stench
Not willing to leave off the right of possession
There is no door of my room,
Occupying the window
Stench peeping out side through hole..
Fragrance coming but receiving a blow
Taking U-turn...
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