Far from home, reached a place
Huge family, felt me as a challenge
Appeared to be socialized, I felt
Merged within the love, I melt.
Quiet silently, I bloomed with my friends
Burried in the teacher’s love I felt graced.
Right deeply I gained spiritual peace
As a moon I, glowed unique.
My ear trapped, that the Hostel life
Is really complex, which I didn’t felt.
My heart traced, that life in a hostel
Is evidently superb, so as I felt.
Hostel the place, where I learned to lean
School the place, where I drained.
Drained in the education, no one saved.
I just thought of my aim
No doubt creativity grants a musician.
But the final aim is to be a good person.
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