Tables arranged in perfect grid pattern,
few veg and many non veg, to be seated to learn.
Looked after by harsh, malicious Mrs. Mosses,
On demanding good food, she experimented sweets with sauces.
What a sight it was !
the boarders eating pumpkin and squash.
Porridge, watery Dal and potato,
taciturnly we ate, no swiggy or zomato.
Hundreds in numbers , assembled during meals,
to gobble, to jabber, the one place to chill.
Like buzzing of the bees, we prayed in chorus,
The ‘Beras’ stood beside, ready to serve us.
Tedious was the food, compelled to eat, quotidian although! Hungry indeed.