I grew up in 90's in the evolving Indian culture....I miss those days!
The days I remember are still not the same
there pals used to call me by different names
when I was a kid I didn’t care
everybody was mate, no one would hurt there;
Where I had conquered a world of my own
and managed not to disregard anyone
I danced and sang with with fun everywhere
and would play with self invented gear;
Those trees those leaves with friends of mine
the mango branches where we sat hymning village rhyme
I never lost anyone while way back home
however today I need a mobile phone;
Gone are those days when everything seemed green
enjoying the joy of life was the prominent scene
and now I search that ray of light
that will make me happy and help me out!