childhood memories
childhood memories
It was a different childhood
life's precious treasure
where there were no feelings of happiness
Where there were no feet of sorrow.
That soil ki gulag had its fun
Coins had to be played before breaking
had to calculate money by his chirping
And when the gulag was broken, the eyes had to water.
That was the different Matka Kulfi
Who used to mix mishri of love among themselves
It was a sip of mango and orange
It was like a sip of tea while taking it.