Poem from Shweta

Shweta sent this nice poem to me today. I am pposting it on my blog. Much love, Rohit

There is a corner in my house 
Which may be into cob-web today 
But I am sure there still must be 
A table, a paper weight

And an alarm clock still awake..
Bunch of papers scribbled with aims
High hopes dreams and some pain
Ohh yes how do I not mention !!

Few poetries and diary entries 
Must be lying down the corner
And a painting hanging about mountains
A corner so cozy and warmer...

A window across the corner 
And gaze of terrace and a snake charmer !!!
The selling balloons and flutes 
And ofcourse the evening maroons

The nights of trepidations and nights of rejoice
The nights of loneliness and distant dog's voice
The window pane full of fog in winter 
Sometimes made scary the corner !!! 

The corner saw the dreams building 
And saw the days slipping 
It was gray when i sat there 
Mom told it changed its color 

But yes my mom has kept the corner safer 
My books and pens and papers are all there 
Ohh how i long to go back and sit in that corner
Among the cobwebs today !!!

Where I believed is trapped a dreamer !!! 
And yes that was me .. who is here ... 
For all the dreams and success today ...
I walked all alone ... 

Accompanied by that corner !!!