This time I have come up with a poem. Hope all of you like it.
I drove my car, through the city’s streets,
I was brought up where, very healthy and sane.
Traffic was scarce, I could hear my heart beats,
as I drove through, down the memory lane.
Eighteen I was, when it all began,
a new phase of life, a new set of friends
“Eighteen till I die” sang Bryan Adams via my stereo,
Yes definitely, wouldn’t I hope so.
I do have a lot of friends to thank,
for without them my life had to stank,
but two of them, soul friends, to say
for now I call them, G and J.
The ground where, we used to play,
all forms of cricket, day after day.
some of them, were so creative you see,
mentioning which, would impress ICC.
That hotel in Malleshwaram,
where we devoured 45 phulkas!!
chef was shocked, and thus goes the story,
of course, now it has become history.
The pani-puri stall, beside the main road,
the pick&shop store, lots of pockets to load,
At the DVD shop, hundreds of movies were bought,
what a time we had, great fun on the trot.
Lara Cricket, Age of Empires, NBA,
FIFA, WWE and Base Ball.
computer games were the favourite pastime,
sometimes sportive and sometimes we used to brawl.
Oh, What shall I say? What great time,
everything we did, would wonderfully rhyme,
Even Bryan Adams loved to agree with me, his happiness very rife,
through my stereo he sang, “Those were the best days of my life.”