IN THE DARK ROOM

the dark room scares all of us either in our dreams or in our life.

POETRY
IN THE DARK ROOM


In the dark room
it feels so scared,
Its the door,
that make us dared.
In the dark inn,
its the clock
which makes us realize our sins,
without a talk.
In the dark room,
its the wall,
which loudly screams,
making a call.
In the dark cell,
I'm all alone,
and I am frightened
if someone rings the bell,
in a loud tone.
I wish soon,
its morning,
and let moon disappear,
then I can rest my fear.

WRITTEN BY: Vertika Saxena