Things look worse
Untidy throughout the year.
Congested space with poor ventilation
Still more happy air around us to breathe.
Coffee mug unwashed for months
Dried clothes upon the couch, unfolded.
That noisy fan upon our heads
Still gives peaceful sleep in late night.
All inmates occupying the single cot
Gossiping throughout the entire night.
Broiling Maggie in the midnight
And Washing clothes once in a while
Is our routine.
Took bath in lavatory without doors
Kept open the wardrobe without keys.
Borrowed dresses of our friends and
Never return back till graduation.
Laughter and sorrow blended with the
Four walls of our room, spending no time
In studying & rushing up chapters
Just before the exams.
Sunday movies and shopping malls are our happy place
Scratching our forehead with an empty purse is a routine cycle.
One profound bathroom singer
And one musician is always there to entertain.
One topper to teach and one writer to pen
Will be mandatory. Future actors & directors
Shooting short films and one guy always spending his time
With food plate and movies.
Looks like a monkey's cage
Still most beautiful environment
To enjoy life to it's fullest.
Hostel life United us as brothers and sisters
From different mothers!