Hostel life
Room was a mess,
Mates were even worse;
Beds were three,
Adjusting five in them was a key;
Dinner was done in mess,
Common reply was let's eat something else;
I am not coming was overturned by chalne topa,
Epic jokes were cracked at Gandhi soda;
Clash of clans, counter strike were our nights,
Lights off, cushions in hands made us laugh hard after fights;
Crackers were fired, screams became loud when lights went off,
Break time in exams was always a round off;
Mind freshner was room cricket,
It took 30 min to 1 hour to decide what to eat;
Assignments were written followed by disharmonious songs,
Butts turned red on birthdays;
Leaving that room was hard,
Being apart from mates was even more difficult;
Each on of us is dying inside to live that life again,
But the truth of life is golden period of life never comes again.
- Jwal Patel
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