They never let us miss our school bus
Nor did they forget to stuff karela in our lunch
But even if I was medicated and declared sick
They tried to top it off with cheesy sarcasm
And a whole Ice-candy to lick
'humare zamaane me toh ye hota tha' dialogues
are echoing even now in my ear
Even though they are more than a 'zamaana' old
now to bear
I loved the way my dad styled himself
With a scarf and shades that matched
Even when they dressed me like a Puppet
Who was out to perform for getting snatched
But have I ever thought of what would I return
in favour of all that I have yet to yearn?