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.
