Memoirs of a Washroom
Sunbaked entrance steps and climbers amidst,
lay the washroom secluded.
Door opened to reveal its acrid smell.
Provoking minds to give thoughts a space.
Anxiety,apprehensiveness,shrills and thrills,
laughter to sarcasm its aroma consisted.
The room as if sealed everything
reverbrating inside,assuring confidentiality.
Dragging psyche back to the reflections
created by the full-sized mirror.
Either to enhance walks or imperfections of face.
Motioning oneself in and out,
just to retain the 'prim and proper' attitude.
Lip balms and kohl sticks were gaped at,
because insouciance with girls
went hand in hand.
Belonged to a school,
no less than a chaotic circus.
No matter holding whatever significance,
it'll remain enclosed with mystique emotions,
that once resumed in my teenage.
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