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As the morning alarm echoes again...
He gets up to say his little prayer...
To thank God for yesterday...
And hope the day is great again...
As he leaves the bed and walks...
There is someone in mind that does some talk...
Rushing through the chores he tries to forget...
And does his best not to be late for work again...
With the first target of the day achieved...
He is now a little bit relieved...
Sitting in front of the pc he thinks...
What was it that was earlier troubling him...
He starts the work with no answer yet...
And opens the browser to use the net...
And that is where the answer lies...
For the homepage takes him to the voting site...
This had been his routine for months together...
Getting to vote between his work was what mattered...
But now just a feeling creeps in...
A feeling of desperation it is indeed...
Helpless he closes the site in pain...
And decides to do the work instead...
And that helps him live the day...
And to forget the pain it gives him a way...
But its not long before the temptation overtakes...
And he again commits the same mistake...
Listening to the songs of his little star once more...
And reliving those memories with some joy and sour...
The day passes in the same debate...
Work and that unknown pain...
Back to home he decides to relax...
And takes his time to watch some cricket instead..
But look at the luck, he finds sidhu again...
Just to remind him of the same...
When he had given our rocky a name...
And that handpump was back in mind again...
Will anything let him take his mind off...
But he wonders if that is really what he wants..
Coz he too wants to remember that forever...
And keep supporting in some manner...
This pain is now no longer a pain...
This pain is now his biggest strength...
At night he again makes an attempt...
To desperately search for something on the net...
Something that assures him that his rocky is fine...
And that the little star has left that pain behind...
Some news of his success...
Some hope of a protective hand...
With utmost belief he goes to bed...
And knows his wishes are not lame...
In the midst of the night he wakes up again...
And the same thought still prevails...
Hope our tendulkar is happy and fine...
And the voice of the chote nawab echoing in his mind...
Off he is to the pc again...
This time writing an email...
A message to his very own little star...
To give him assurance and wishes from the heart...
He knows it is going to be unread...
As his rocky is busy again...
And that finally brings back a smile...
And he hopes he never gets a reply...
For that is the sign of his having no time...
A new day with a new shine...
With a hope to soon see that winning smile...
As the morning alarm echoes again...
He gets up to say his little prayer...
This is the place I have supported you so long...
Jai Mata Di - Lets Rock!!
He gets up to say his little prayer...
To thank God for yesterday...
And hope the day is great again...
As he leaves the bed and walks...
There is someone in mind that does some talk...
Rushing through the chores he tries to forget...
And does his best not to be late for work again...
With the first target of the day achieved...
He is now a little bit relieved...
Sitting in front of the pc he thinks...
What was it that was earlier troubling him...
He starts the work with no answer yet...
And opens the browser to use the net...
And that is where the answer lies...
For the homepage takes him to the voting site...
This had been his routine for months together...
Getting to vote between his work was what mattered...
But now just a feeling creeps in...
A feeling of desperation it is indeed...
Helpless he closes the site in pain...
And decides to do the work instead...
And that helps him live the day...
And to forget the pain it gives him a way...
But its not long before the temptation overtakes...
And he again commits the same mistake...
Listening to the songs of his little star once more...
And reliving those memories with some joy and sour...
The day passes in the same debate...
Work and that unknown pain...
Back to home he decides to relax...
And takes his time to watch some cricket instead..
But look at the luck, he finds sidhu again...
Just to remind him of the same...
When he had given our rocky a name...
And that handpump was back in mind again...
Will anything let him take his mind off...
But he wonders if that is really what he wants..
Coz he too wants to remember that forever...
And keep supporting in some manner...
This pain is now no longer a pain...
This pain is now his biggest strength...
At night he again makes an attempt...
To desperately search for something on the net...
Something that assures him that his rocky is fine...
And that the little star has left that pain behind...
Some news of his success...
Some hope of a protective hand...
With utmost belief he goes to bed...
And knows his wishes are not lame...
In the midst of the night he wakes up again...
And the same thought still prevails...
Hope our tendulkar is happy and fine...
And the voice of the chote nawab echoing in his mind...
Off he is to the pc again...
This time writing an email...
A message to his very own little star...
To give him assurance and wishes from the heart...
He knows it is going to be unread...
As his rocky is busy again...
And that finally brings back a smile...
And he hopes he never gets a reply...
For that is the sign of his having no time...
A new day with a new shine...
With a hope to soon see that winning smile...
As the morning alarm echoes again...
He gets up to say his little prayer...
This is the place I have supported you so long...
Jai Mata Di - Lets Rock!!
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
CID
