I was the place where everyone met,
Where together they ate,
I was the room where jokes were cracked,
Will those times ever come back?
Whether the freezing winter, or the scorching heat,
I was the place where together they used to eat,
Things usually change,
For me its a worst Kind of pain,
The walls are freshly painted, yet they look dull,
The air here got feelings null,
The chirpy nature vanished from the room,
Light hearted talks got defeated by clattering of spoons,
With the aroma of food, travels the feelings fouled,
The food is taken in with clenched mouths,
The silence took a form even worse,
Time is not like it used to be once,
Now food is kept covered alone,
colours changing into monotone,
No laughs are heard, no fun,
The family is no more a one,
I was a room for all,
I am the Dining Hall.