The Lady Guard

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