My Room1 min 7.4K 1 min 7.4K
My room! My room!
You look good after cleaning with broom.
When I sleep here I have good dream,
It's a place where I can play and scream.
In my room there is a bed,
My room is an institute I am its head.
In my room I keep all my toys,
Which my father buys
It is my play and study zone,
I come here when I feel bored and alone.
In my room I keep my secrets,
If anyone annoys me there he has to regret.
In my room I have lots of fun,
I love my room more than anyone.
In my room all things are scattered here and there,
Mumma says clean up but I listen from one and take out from other ear.
In my room I am the leader,
There I have no stress and no fear.
My room is a biome,
This is the end of my poem.