Then it was time for dinner
Walking in baggy clothes
Collecting friends here and there
The March to the mess counter,
Some eyes sleepy,
Others determined!
There were two ways
For the night was young,
Some would sleep
As others slog through,
The impending exam
Not that much of a concern
Than the missing plate
And the watery curry,
Why am I remembering my mess
At this odd hour
Of the night,
There's no exam tomorrow
Yeah right!
It's not fun anymore.
17.08.22
-Snehal