A Jail That I Paid For

A thousand miles away from home,
I had found myself a second home,
that was to be my new dwelling,
I was filled with glee, that my face was telling,
I said to myself,"This is all that I craved for.",
little did I know, it was a jail that I paid for.

The boundaries that stood, were not mere confines,
they kept us away from all the gleams and shines,
they shut the channels at half past seven,
as if we were the Satans of their heaven,
who would ruin everything once let out,
or would tease every girl and freak her out,
the mess was really as the name suggested,
eating their cooked food really got us tested,
the menu sounded great when it was told,
but everything that glitters isn't gold,
we could ring someone who could cook to order,
but then we realised, they were across the border,
I said to myself,"Is this all that I was made for?
Or is it a bloody jail, that I paid for?"

They kept us bounded with their rules and norms,
but it is them who actually need reforms,
I wish god puts it in their brains,
that we're a little too old to be held in chains,
If they can't treat me like their own child,
for the heaven's sake, atleast be mild,
please think over it, try and bring a change,
which atleast for now, seems out of range,
because the son, every penny that his daddy saved for,
now lives in a jail, that he paid for..

P.S- This poem's about the strict rules and regulations of a university hostel, and what a hosteler thinks about them.