Nostalgic Poem by Dr. Erfan K

The most nostalgic of my life
When I lodged myself
Alone in a room of a building
In which such hundred
Rooms were vacant.
Lonely at night
I strolled through its corridors
As a ghostly figure
With beard and hairs over-grown.

It was then I felt time infinite
Until that l was a baffled onlooker
In front of the fleeting time
Helpless to do anything.

I was there like an omniscient narrator
When dawn breaks, security comes in
Knocks at my door, I welcome him
Day begins.
Sweeper comes next,
Keeps everything clean.
By nine institute comes to its normal run
Everything appears highly symbolic
By evening people withdraw
Then it turns highly real.

Then real life begins,
Players swarm in
When it darkens they also leave,
Then it leaves to me and security
When sleep overwhelms,
He also leaves.
Then I am ghostly again
In that ghostly building

These days I 'slept with' books,
Wires, laptop, dust and mosquitos.
In those mornings and evenings
I walk with the taste of snacks and tea,
The most nostalgic of all nostalgias.

Even now I occasionally dream of it
When time was infinite for me
For my creative rationality.

Seasons cycled
It rained, flooded, sizzled, and snowed
But I was there in the room as the sole
Human thing to observe all.