Being that 90's kid

Being that 90's kid

(Sagarmani Dhakal - 19.02.2020)

When I stride through the mud I grew

There is this nostalgia that hits me through

The dirty clothes marbles chuckling in the pockets 

Ball made of socks and the paper rockets 

Well I always love to be

That 90's kid who never worried 

Of what I ate and what I wore 

That is my only music and my only folklore 

Rotating antennas for the Sunday's show

Running behind cars while the horns blow 

Pending homeworks as the day turned  dawn 

Thrashed by parents and the faces frowned.

The wheels made up of rubber pipes

Plucking fruits whilst they weren't ripe

Running to pick when the telephone rang

Memorising numbers as much as we can

Well I always love to be

That 90's kid who never worried 

Of what I ate and what I wore 

That is my only music and my only folklore

The newspaper kites when took the flight 

Running bare footed oh what a sight 

Lazy to bathe lazy to wash 

Woke up early and slept real fast 

The letters I wrote for the first school crush 

Stacked beneath the pillow I had no guts 

Her only smile made my year

There were no talks or dates Oh!! dear. 

Favourite numbers recorded in an empty cassette for free 

Playing it on full volume on Sunday cleaning spree 

The radio and tape recorder 

Best gadgets for life

A notebook full of songs with pictures of favorites

Well I always love to be

That 90's kid who never worried 

Of what I ate and what I wore 

That is my only music and my only folklore

If I had that only chance 

I would love to have at least a glance 

Of the time that I actually lived 

No bondage, No Ego, I was just free.