This poem is based on the actual condition of my room.


My Own Room

The scattered papers,
Unnerved and unnoticed
Spotted with avoidance at random
At the every curve in my room
With the cryptic lines at some intervals and
The dotted-grey stains of dust,
All add value to the stuff – otherwise called “rubbish”
Fashioning the canvas of tiles
With an atypical pattern.

It’s an art-work my room to be!

'My Own Room' Copyright © Rakesh Patel




Poetry by Rakesh Patel
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Written on 2009-07-22 at 07:37

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Brian Oarr
An interesting perspective, which makes for an encompassing poem. Not sold on "unnerved papers", but that's just me. Well written.
2009-07-22