The Room

THE ROOM

Once I woke up in the middle of the night

With my sleepy eyes,

I wondered why there is no light?

It was so dark

That I couldn’t see a mark!

I stepped out of the bed and

Walked towards the switch plank,

But the long way for it

Made me totally blank!

Finally I got the switch for light

And pushed it to make my room bright!

When slowly the view got clear,

I could not bear.

 

Do you know why?

Let me tell that like a spy!

 

My little room was transformed into a big hall

And was cleaned and decorated

Like a new doll!

There was a sort of confusion in my head

When I saw my little sleeping corner

Changed to a big bed!

I saw another transformation

In the room,

The old carpet also had a new loom.

Even the smallest things

Changed its shape

Including the old round tape.

It felt like I’m in another world

And for that I couldn’t speak a word

I was astonished and sad

Because the old things

Only made me glad!

 

Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound

And realized that my alarm was around!

While opening eyes ,

To see the view

I wished that

My room is not new.

Gradually I understood that

The thing which made me scream

That was just a dream!

                    -Ishita Srivastava

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Anshika Mathur]

Such a deep and interesting poem! Loved it!

[Ishita Srivastava]

Thank you:)