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Poetry
A Room of One's Own - a girl's wish
Ramanjaneya Sharaph
I wish I had a room of my own,
though the room be small,
not very well lit,
without a window,
and with one door
to only walk in through.
I wish
I had a room of my own,
though the mattress be lumpy,
the sheets dirty and stained,
the bed old and creaky,
with room for barely one,
though it’ll carry two
more often than not.
I wish
I had a room of my own so that,
when the madam sends the next customer,
I can hear the sounds and silence
of only my pain and misery
and not of the girl
behind the curtained partition
on my left, right or across the aisle.
I wish
I had a room of my own.
I really do.
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