Family:Hostel life I'm far away in a hostel room: Each morning my father's kick, Kisses on my forehead of mom, And teasings of my siblings I miss. "Sleep early beta," here no one says, "Leave the mobile!" here no one orders, Attention on my tiny success no one pays; Live as we want , we are boarders. When I find all my pens not missing, I laugh and miss my youngest brother. While I am having ice cream, my ears wish Hear "Give a little to your sister" from father. Even here pocket money is easily given, But enjoyment was to steal from brother's Pocket, and when caught was there a big fight, I miss his shoes, and hiding back of mother's. Scandles of sister, even handle of my cupboard, Tile of my room, even old class black board, I miss, I miss, I miss all the things Jalal Family; Hostel Life
