The Room Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Let the wind come in the room to clean up trashes.
Full of delusion, out of freshness,
Lack of frenzy
Dismiss the room.
Soothing air should fill up its emptiness
And remove the dullness.

Like the way,
My heart and my soul
Should be freshened up by my self-control.
Let the love come, and go in my heart
To clam my sense
And to save it become a desert.

They both are my part.
The room is the little hut
Full of my curious sense(s) and cognizance.
Love restores my heart,
And reclaims my mind
To become a desert.