Dormitory Days Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Looking at the writings on walls,
felt lives are carved on them;
with everyone having a story to tell,
but none to listen:
So many dreams and screams,
lying in grief in these walls.
There is someone who walks,
through this corridor,
when there are minutes to midnight;
and someone who yells every night.
Hearing the distant loud laughter,
of fellows;
Seeing the walking sounds of everyone:
One is regretting,
other is happy,
the other one feeling guilty.
Feeling motivated when the lights turn on;
and getting depressed,
when the candles turn on.
A cat rumbling on the ceiling;
The only friend of insomnia.
What happens when world makes you;
So hard;
You no longer feel pain,
and happiness.
As if you are departed in numb.
No one remains here;
but everyone leaves a signature behind,
appearing nuts to them,
for us they are insane in innocence.