• reshma_moin_sheikh 10w


    Right in the nook of my room,
    There sits an old retired chair,
    It came just to complement,
    As my bedside table craved for its pair.

    Its a team of my precious books,
    My pen and mug of hot coffee,
    A small lamp resting aside,
    A paper weight and broken me.

    A decade filled with memories,
    With my favourite set of wood,
    Feeling and quoting my poetries,
    Penning down the best i could.

    My chair would support me lean as a friend,
    My table would offer its lap like a mother,
    To retrieve my body too exhausted
    & tranqulize my soul that needs to be mend.