When caroms stroke the board
When he almost had the game in first turn
When I forgot to look at the red
And he said ‘Nanda-lal’;’Nanda-lal’;
And I , giving the angry looks!
Precious moments were passing like a wind
What more to say
What more to say about him, about us…
Words are not enough to express; to celebrate.
When I just couldn’t stay at home in eve
When I rang the cycle-bell under his window
When he peeked from there
Like a just-woken-up nincompoop.
And we had our cycles
And we rule(d) the world
The kings of Haldia
The kings of heart.
Someday, when we’ll grow old
And suns will set,
Smiles-without-teeth will rise;
And we’ll paddle our cycles
Sing our non-rhythmic song;
Through our memory lane
Through our playful alley.
And we won’t stop, won’t stop
Till the sins fall down
And a new moon will rise
And a new us will rise.