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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