Mohammed Irshad Shamsi

June 23, 1994 - Bangalore

My Dark Room

Sitting here in my dark room,
Under the warm sheets of gloom.

I remember what it's like,
On a mountain hike.
I can see the reassuring Green,
The cool sensation that it brings.
Touched by your smile my queen.

Spending the nights under the sky,
Over the grass I hear a lullaby.
The melody of your eye.

I remember the intimidating forest
It drained me to the fullest,
Need the gental warmth of your embrace.

Choked by the painful fume,
I can feel the void of doom,
Sitting here in my dark room.
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