My Room.

Clothes here and books there
My room has no place to spare
My laptop is lurking in a corner
While charger has become a mourner
Of my room's deplorable state
That can't accommodate a plate
The mess gives my mom a fright
She prays to the gods day & night
That they endow me with some sense
Before the situation gets tense
Lately I am walking on tenterhooks
As mom is ready to throw out my books

My books!!

And the sudden realization hit me
That I need to say goodbye to thee
So I am going to end this poem
And going to go clean my room.