An Unattended Room

Thousand hands pushed the door open.

On the tidy marble laden cemented floor

Slippers and shoes dragged on noisily.

Garbage and dirt took ownership of it.

Mr. Room saw his chairs being sat on

And his tables leaned and slept upon.

Chalks danced its life on the green board.

Gallant lamps fought off the dark days

While curtains shielded wind and sun.

Lessons, talks and laughs hit the walls as

Success, failure and emotion painted them.

Odours, and fragrances teased the air.

When the day took leave with sun,

Used and angry, Mr. Room slept the night.

He always had nightmares of things

Being uncared and stolen or misused.

He always woke up from the nightmares

With thousand hands pushing its door.

Suddenly, nothing happened in the room.

Like it was no gas, even the air was still.

Silence loudly gripped the room. Thus

Deaf he became to know the world.

The first few days though was peaceful,

Peaceful then took the meaning of Dull.

Darker than night the day became that

He prayed the night may dawn quicker.

Sleep over, soon he despised the night.

Nightmares, with eyes open, occurred.

Something powdery crept over and stayed.

They irritated his nostrils, he coughed hard.

You serve no purpose, tidy Mr. Room,

And it’s waste of space on Mother,

I’ll help you fall back to her kind lap,

Spoke that something clear as crystals.

Dust! Yelled he but helpless without hand,

Dust grew, invaded and conquered.

Worse than a child he gave painful cries.

With grave remorse every drop of tear fell.

Himself he hated for having hated horribly

His purpose to serve the people, for

Of help the people did he know not.

Mr. Room unattended, Dust grew fat

And luster vanished under the new reign.

Wishes upon wishes Mr. Room wished

To send million hands to push his door,

Enter and in the way they love to, live.

Yet distance of God seemed too far

For answers the wishes didn’t receive.

Tears emptied, hopes lost, he weakened.

Sensing victory, Dust expanded its unit

Even ceiling submitted at its feet.

When Mr. Room nearly died before falling

On Mother’s lap, something shook him.

Thousand hands pushed his door open.

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