And with each strike of lightening
Comes a memory of some good old times
A flashback
Whispers of some golden years of upbringing
Long lost in this race to succeed and excel
Days of unbounded excitement,
A thrill,
A buzz,
A flow of air, soaked in fragrance of merriment and jollity
Like a leaf on the branch of tree, fixed but free
Swinging to and fro, with the breeze
Each drop of rain on my face today
Is taking me through those streets of marvel
Through a boulevard of long lost living,
Through those golden years of my splendid upbringing
