Parallel Worlds: A Poem
The morning bell rings loud and clear,
Two different worlds are drawing near.
One steps off a crowded train,
Shaking off the morning rain,
With dust of travel on their shoes,
And city traffic in their views.
The other rolls right out of bed,
With messy hair and sleepy head,
Just minutes before the class begins,
To skip the breakfast is their sin.
The Day Scholar brings the outside breeze,
Of family dinners, home, and ease.
But packs their bags when shadows fall,
Missing the twilight on the wall,
The late-night tea, the terrace talks,
The midnight laughs and starlight walks.
The Hosteler claims the campus stones,
In crowded rooms they make their homes.
They fight the mess food, share the tears,
And build a bond for future years.
Yet long for kitchens warm and sweet,
And quiet nights on a familiar street.
Two different paths on the same green lawn,
From morning light until the dawn.
One finds a home within the school,
One brings their home to break the rule.
Yet in the hall, they sit as one,
Until the college day is done.
हॉस्टलर्स समझते हैं कि डे स्कॉलर्स outsiders हैं जो कुछ घंटों के लिए इस कैंपस में शान से आते हैं और चले जाते हैं।
वहीं day स्कॉलर्स समझते हैं कि ये हॉस्टलर्स असल में outsiders हैं जो किसी और शहर या गाँव से आकर यहाँ उत्पात मचाकर धूम धाम से शानदार आज़ाद जीवन जी रहे हैं।
बस यही समझ बाँट देती है हमें दो जगत में।