Vikram G. Aarella
The Hostel Mess - Poem by Vikram G. Aarella
The dirtiest thing in the campus
For which it is very famous,
It smells like a fish market
Making it easy to locate.
For bacteria, virus and parasite
this place is a breeding site.
After visiting here, if you don't brush your teeth,
Fungus will grow on it, in the form of a sheath.
It is always eager to accommodate virgin bodies,
and make them feel the pleasure of new disease.
Test, exam or work does not matter,
Its only aim is to make you fatter.
The theories of community health,
Does not apply to this filth.
Please don't write about this to the press
as we have only one hostel mess.
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