वक्त के मारे हुए लोग अपनी कीमत जानते है, उन्हे खरीदना आसान है, वो दो रोटी में बिक जाते हैं। ©Vikash Kamboj

Vikash Kamboj

Riding in the car Riding in the car From here to there It isn't very far, but For him is rare Roll down the window Let the wind blow Such a nice breeze On to him it flows Nothing is the same Since he was a kid The scenery changed And also he did The roads are different Some now are new Buildings erected Older ones now few His childhood friends Now just a thought But he never did forget What each of them taught Secret places to hide To just get away Talking for hours Wasting away the day To have those days back And not have worries To again see his friends Of course he would hurry All of his memories Growing up with them They will never fade Each one is like a gem ©Schizology

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वक्त के मारे हुए लोग अपनी कीमत जानते है, उन्हे खरीदना आसान है, वो दो रोटी में बिक जाते हैं। ©Vikash Kamboj

Vikash Kamboj

Riding in the car Riding in the car From here to there It isn't very far, but For him is rare Roll down the window Let the wind blow Such a nice breeze On to him it flows Nothing is the same Since he was a kid The scenery changed And also he did The roads are different Some now are new Buildings erected Older ones now few His childhood friends Now just a thought But he never did forget What each of them taught Secret places to hide To just get away Talking for hours Wasting away the day To have those days back And not have worries To again see his friends Of course he would hurry All of his memories Growing up with them They will never fade Each one is like a gem ©Schizology

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