Kitta

The moon shines on the last day,
hoping to make a blissful night
When earlier candles took its place
now the moonlight takes away its grace.

Laughing away near the hall
with echoes reaching one and all
the sound of the breeze softens us all.

The ones whom you feel near,
with hearts always so dear,
makes the year so clear

Dinner is ready,
yet we ain't steady,
chaos takes place already

The night is young!
so we sung,
with arms hunged

The dim natural light shines,
helps hostel to be in sight,
still singing and hanging tight.

Tired are we after the walk,
so we go for a talk,
The night is young!

With the name Kitta arousing us all,
the smell of it tells of it all,
Get your mugs ready!