It seems that I never made a truce with her
except certain pockets,
where I truly felt liberated and happy.
Those days, we were on cloud nine!
Holding cig in style
We used to have long discussion
either on the bench of our famous Presi canteen
Or at the Lovers' Lane
Those days, we felt free like birds
And we were ready to change the world
with our anger and enthusiasm,
Those days, we could buy a cig
from the tiny shop just below the Coffee House
Those days, we used to ask
Dada--One Gold Flake Please
Or when we had enough money
We used to have Marlboro Lights
It seems that I never made a truce with her!
Still one string attached in my hometown
Once gone, I would become
an eternal migrant having no roots;
Once gone, I would become
an eternal migrant with lots of agony in my heart.
Lucknow, India