I wake up early, early in the morning, yawning yawning, my alarm warning.
I brush and sing, sing in all wing, singing singing, keep on brushing.
In search of water, as if for quarter, I will even barter, I need water.
I go to eat food, food called wood food, made of good wood, wood too is food.
I run to my lecture, as if on a pitcher, I hate that teacher, that drowsy creature.
I sit in a corner, sleep in a corner, stare into a corner, as if am a mourner.
Walk back for a lunch, few rotis to munch, punch before munch, makes good lunch.
Phone sings all time, songs of no rhyme, its no rhyme time, Its all time time.
I sit and count seconds, think of all that reckons, even that second reckons, I again count seconds.
Flash like walk to my room, that never felt a broom, on my bed i groom, like a just wed groom.
I think to clean my place, to tie my shoe lace, I think to find ways, in dreams that embrace.
I hear bells and choirs, bells of pass prayers, choirs of glass in foils, all of night stayers.
It is exam if i sleep, before the sun is to creep, exam is no sleep, of course i have slip.
Birthday is nightmare, uninjured too rare, they seem they dont care, all those who do care.
My slippers I lost, my bottle empty and frost, for cookies I pay cost, yet above all I fast.
This hostel is my home, here I dont see any foam, My hostel is my rome, hostel sweet home.
I brush and sing, sing in all wing, singing singing, keep on brushing.
In search of water, as if for quarter, I will even barter, I need water.
I go to eat food, food called wood food, made of good wood, wood too is food.
I run to my lecture, as if on a pitcher, I hate that teacher, that drowsy creature.
I sit in a corner, sleep in a corner, stare into a corner, as if am a mourner.
Walk back for a lunch, few rotis to munch, punch before munch, makes good lunch.
Phone sings all time, songs of no rhyme, its no rhyme time, Its all time time.
I sit and count seconds, think of all that reckons, even that second reckons, I again count seconds.
Flash like walk to my room, that never felt a broom, on my bed i groom, like a just wed groom.
I think to clean my place, to tie my shoe lace, I think to find ways, in dreams that embrace.
I hear bells and choirs, bells of pass prayers, choirs of glass in foils, all of night stayers.
It is exam if i sleep, before the sun is to creep, exam is no sleep, of course i have slip.
Birthday is nightmare, uninjured too rare, they seem they dont care, all those who do care.
My slippers I lost, my bottle empty and frost, for cookies I pay cost, yet above all I fast.
This hostel is my home, here I dont see any foam, My hostel is my rome, hostel sweet home.