THE SUN IN MY PRIVATE PATH: BY URCHWRITER

Behold the boldest barge into my room without fear

Pierced through an opening by the Window

And never cared to try a knock

The room is mine and not a place where you rock!

What do you seek in my quite place?

Never complained I lack illumination

Be warned, my room is not a farmland,

Where you dance with your legs well spread!

Are you now weary of the duty bestowed on you,

That you now want to take shelter under my roof,

Or is something hotter out there after your life?

In my hands lies no such power to separate you both.

Down on my knees I am, pleading

Go back to the field where you belong

For you are harsh and wicked

You silenced the voice of my Air-Conditioner

Since you are stubborn and daft

In the hands of the night I leave the matter.