How It feels To be in Hostel

“The Hostel Life”

Sometimes I woke up and don’t find the room where I used to live for almost my whole childhood. My mom, calling my name saying “wake up son” at least a dozen times before I actually listened to her. So I tried to jot down the emotions which I go through with the following words-

The dreams were just finished

My eyes struck back to consciousness

And my sleep was over

The sleep was lovely and deep

MY body was feeling rested.

I opened my eyes slowly

Expecting the similar area and the same bed

Where I have lived my childhood

But as soon as my conscious arise

I realized I was not in my home.

And all the happy and fresh mood

Turned into a sadistic one

Remembering the home of mine

Making an everlasting impression in my mind.

But as the consciousness gripped me in its arms

I can hear peoples talking aloud

I came to know, it was the room of my hostel.

Without any knock at the door

It opened and showed up

A friend saying, “Common you stupid, get up!”

You are late for class again.

I smiled at him

As I was happy to feel

The acquaintance of the place again

He said, “Fuck! You are smiling”

Get up you are late for class dude.

As I already started to feel good

I said, “Fuck you and your class, bastard!”

Go away from here or I will kill you

He said, “FO! And went away”

And I started thinking again

That the hostel is like a home now

Such lovely and helpful friends

Ready to make up for the loss of parents

I felt good now

And the mind says to the poet

Drama over stupid! You are late for the class

And life continued again.

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