The Room Poem by Muhammad Umair

Melancholy befalls upon you
The moment you enter the room,
Solitude, sitting on the walls, laughs
And everything is going to be doom.

Despair recalls the days of catastrophe;
The crumbling state of the room
Reminds me of my shattered past,
And the state is incessantly gloom.

I always leave the window ajar,
A hope always beholds me from the outside
And wants to come inside earnestly;
But, the despair always keeps it on a divide.

The room will be demolished---that's for certain,
The smirk on its face is explicit
And it will not let it enter into the room;
I, it seems, will suffocate in the room.