Empty Room Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

The room is empty.
He stayed there surrounded
by many things and always
be unsure which are useful
and which not!
As usual one day at eve
he returned to the room
to find it's empty.
Perplexed he went on
looking at the emptiness.
He tried to remember what
was there, but failed.
The window was open and he
noticed the rain outside and
the wet leaves of the tree.
Was there a window before?
The usual scene of the
crowded room with things
some useful some useless
was no more and he was stunned
with the thought 'What to do? '
What one can do in an empty room?
What one can do with the
open window which was not
there before- or was it there?
He stood by the window watching
the rain and wet tree
The room was empty.