a walk down memory lane
the smell of oil from the cycle-shop
fresh pav at your door step when you wake
a chubby little child walks down the road
smiles and waves you good morning
while your mom makes spicy hot pohe and chai
if you want to be happy, you wont have to even try :)
friends and family indistinguishable
living with two moms every day
a friend for a brother
a brother for a friend
together to stand by your side
right till the end
playing cricket, breaking windows
laughing in panic as you run
a place that lets you be a child forever
where one and one is still one
celebrate, Pray, smile,
win lose or cry or moan
at madhu milan, hm patil marg,
you never do it alone
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