A shawl wrapped lady
Sits across my room
She is a lady guard
To protect us from goons.
From 9pm to 5am
She stays awake in the cold
Shivering and staring
At old concrete floors.
The occupants of the room
Laugh with glee
As they chat with lovers
And listen to music.
She stares into the dark
Watching the Sabarmati flow
She falls asleep on the white plastic chair
But wakes up every time the winds blow.
The hostel has 365+ rooms
I hope she is invited daily
To watch a movie with the giggly girls
While she chills out in the corridors everyday.
:D
