The speck of dust caught my attention,
For it gave my desk a dirty impression,
I immediately cleaned it away,
And became satisfied in an unusual way,
The creases formed on my bedsheet bothered me,
But they vanished within a second after being smoothed by me,
The messed-up documents screamed to be organized,
Hence, I stacked them up neatly in a pile,
I noticed that the unfolded comforter mocked at me,
And as I folded it, it started smiling at me,
I then anxiously moved around the place,
To collect the randomly stashed away books and put them in place,
The roughness of the floor annoyed me in the room,
So I started clearing it away with a broom,
After a bit of hustle bustle, I inspected the area,
The cleaning surpassed my OCD defined criteria,
The normal human inside me cried in physical pain,
But my OCD torn soul smiled as the exertion didn’t go in vain.