My Visit To A Dorm Poem by Namita Rani Panda

On my inspection today I strode to a Dorm
And at the door I met a broom in prostrating position
waiting eagerly to give me a grand welcome.
My heart filled with praise for the children
for their broad novel vision:
Instead of hiding the broom in a dark corner
it is given the charge of my reception.
I stepped in with a great expectation
where a tattered towel stared at me with an expression of
exclamation,
the floor was a playground with hockey players,
the match being played by the chocolate wrappers and bits of
papers,
a pair of jeans was sitting cosily on the door
to get a better view of the match on the floor,
the beds were occupied by the enthusiastic books and uniforms,
the smelly socks peeped from the dirty shoes flung here and
there,
the shirts and pants crammed in the lean congested chairs,
damp vests and under wears were clinging to the wire.
"Hip hip hurray', shouted the children of that dorm with a great
jubilation
for they have beaten the other children
and declared victorious in Display Board Competition
On Modiji's Clean Vidyalaya Campaign