A LOVELY PAIR
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.