To my second home : HOSTEL πŸ’•

Feeling is  as special as the name : HOSTEL πŸ’“ everyone who move from their hometown for studies and job have a separate fanbase for this one word
Let's cherish the memories πŸ’•

When I step out from my home 
And step in to place which I called as second home

Leaving home is not so easy
But I join hostel as queasy

To my friends there
I found like you all here

I don't like to broom easily
But I broom my room daily

Not ready to share room with my bro
But I am sharing with someone whom I can call bro

Demanding good food from mom
food is messed up from now

Here never the day rise and night fades
All goes down like dusky dawns

The four walls there
Having secret of everywhere

To the laugh, To the tears
I spend my years there without fear

My cravings for hot in winter
And cold in summer
Are always incomplete one

Maggie is my first favourite
And only favourite here

Warden are as scary as ghost
The one's who are holding the post

To all the lie I tell
I know how much I fell

It make me to one
Who can bear many at one

I can handle alone
As I am ready to step alone

Having more than one doctor
And every room has a medical store

To all the games we played
Till the noise reaced to guard

To all the streaks we have made
So far together with handmade

Missing home is temporary
But having home environment is permanent

To all the days I lived there
I grow in each manner
Whether I talked about
Manners or patience
I so nicely learnt lessons


So this is the only place which I used to love forever ❤️ thanks for all the lessons heartbreaks and friends who became family



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