I remember going to temple
And the mela and the rides
I remember it all
Morning I told my son
Today its shivratri
 |
| Shiva |
But nobody told us
We knew there would be Shiva songs
On the street queue before temple
But now things have changed I need
To tell him
And I tell because that's how
Stories are shared memories is made
How can I end this just because
I am not in my country
And this is what your mother had
For breakfast
Fried makhana and chai
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