Hostel Hush

Cherishable the times

When three things were in trend

A cup of tea, maggie, and my best friends.

Studies were the fewest of all

Free time was playing bat and ball.

Night outs and bunking class

Were best to cherish till last.

Big promises and empty pocket

Gifting her half heart shape lockets

Messy bed, stinking clothes

Hiding somewhere love notes.

Tv room turns into theater night

And ending up with some fight.

Trolling each other for no reason

Warm born fires in the winter season 

Out of all the days spent by now

Hostel days were best somehow.

Separated by miles on the ground

But the same joke makes us laugh aloud.