In my room...so alone <br />At night...past half mid <br />with all my shattered bone <br />sitting...and getting theories feed <br /> <br />On my chair...am sitting for hour <br />with full darkness other than a lamp glown <br />From the window...I was seeing a tower <br />And at times...so gentle wind blown <br /> <br />By reading and reading am tired <br />But exams are se near <br />This regularly re-energicated and fired <br />Each bones and muscle which were tear <br /> <br />I am thinking, a cup of coffee to prepare <br />And take a short break <br />And from window, the dark scene to stare <br />In these lines...theres' nothing fake <br /> <br />same would be with my friends <br />each and every <br />As now..studying late nights in one of the trends <br />After wasting hours...very very <br /> <br />Ohh...In these rhymes to...I lost <br />half of it...may be bit more <br />Now I don't have time for coffee to get prepared <br />As I still have to read so much more<br /><br />Ahsan Barkati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-room-so-alone/
