A MESSY ROOM
 

MY ROOM IS A MESS
AS ALWAYS TO CLEAN
TAKES AWAY ALL MY STRENGTH:
NEEDS GREAT INGENUITY
TO KEEP SPIC AND SPAN;

ROOMS OUGHT TO BE LEFT ALONE
FOR TRY AS YOU MIGHT
KEEP THINGS IN ORDER
THEY MANAGE TO GET OUT OF HAND.

WHAT WITH THE SPIDEYS AHOME
AND IN THROUGH THE WINDOW
COMES THE UNINVITED GUESTS:
DUST DIRT AND GOD KNOWS WHAT!

THINGS ALWAYS SEEM TO
GROW IN NUMBERS AND THERE SEEMS
TO BE A PLACE FOR EVERY THING
AND A THING FOR EVERY PLACE!

WHEN FINALLY THINGS GET
A BIT TOO CLUTTERD: AND YOU BEGIN
TO WISH MATTER COULD BE DESTROYED,
OR TRANSFORMED FROM ONE TO ANOTHER.

BUT IF LEFT TO ME
I WOULD LEAVE THINGS AS THEY ARE
UNLESS OF COURSE THINGS GET MISPLACED
AS THEY MANAGE TO DO SOMETIMES

BUT THE MESS IN MY ROOM
SO LONG AS NOBODY ELSE
COMES IN, IS COMFORTABLE
A PLACE WHERE I FEEL AT HOME.

~V Tejaswini~

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