On the balcony
With my tea cup
How many times I have thought
Can’t I go back?
The day I played with the dust
Cooking rice dal with sand
My pots and pans
Were the coconut shells.
Can’t I go back?
My carefree student days
Coming from class
Throwing the books away
Gobbling the yummy things
Prepared by maa.
Can’t I go back?
Those lovey dovey days
Boys following girls
So many complains and
So many quarrels.
How I wish to seek
A mother’s womb again
To start afresh
Which I have lost
And they are now my past.
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