During the walk amidst chaos,
A stop of serenity comes

A window to the past opens
A glance of reverie it becomes

'A frame of childhood
In which we used to play

"I'll go first & It was try ball"
Screamingly, we used to say

Fighting on this day, laughing on the next
We never led our emotions to rest

Those were the days,
We used to run away from our homework

Today, we are dying for our home
And living for our work

Those were the times,
We dreamt to grow up
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