My days of hostel
stay
-
It is not a room
of one’s own
but meticulously shared by
many a two
legged, gulping
their own
predicament in hard times.
Oft,gulped plain soda ere trending
towards coco cola or the like of it.
back to seven or
eight decades of
unsophisticated
living and life style
threadbare in our view;
no stringent laws or stipulations,
for the warden
himself
was the self-willed owner.
Each corner of the same room
was monopolized by
ants’ rows
all the more by the edges of brooms.
Egrets figure in
my diagram note
now, recalling those days of crows
and mynas dancing
in branches
echoing through my
windows.
A room of one’s
own still lingers
in memory for it
nurtured many
fostering their agile roots of learning.
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