With countless things to ponder.
Pile up forming a big skyscraper.
Holding the weight of humdrum.
Shouldering the ceiling like Atlas.
and lizards roaming with tiny steps.
and a messy brown desk just beside.
I find peace, I find order.
Despite all this disorder. I find peace, I find order. That’s the highlight for me. It’s a very nice poem Unni. But being a clean freak, I was just thinking of cleaning your room while reading this poem.