Dedicated to B-16

Yesterday was our hall day and in the morning when we were just thinking how to decorate the room, felt the sence of belongingness towards the room and ended up deciding to dedicate something to my room as dedicating something gives you the feeling of giving back something to somebody, being really grateful to thing/person for being there for you. So, wrote a poem for my room and here it goes - 




On coming to kgp,
had tempo to enter my hall;
but room at first site,
was 'phenolic' and too small;
                                  then learned it was for two,
                                  meaning I had to share;
                                  exsistance of room itself seemed great,
                                  to expect 'OK' things one should not dare;
life then started at kgp,
lectures, cycle, tempo and fundae invented;
room earned the sence of belonging,
to change it or 'do something' we no more intend;
                                   Its not always well arranged,
                                   our small but cozy den;
                                   we lay in load and peace here,
                                   enjoy cold, sun and rain;
Sometimes sad, sometimes happy,
we fight, we cry, we laugh;
we now know - yes, its 'phenolic', its small,
but however it is, its homely enough.

                                    
P.S.: phenolic means it smelled of phenol the day we arrived and it gave a very bad first impression.