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Summer morning I remember

I try to write , but my hands tremble

So I sat on the chair , underneath a neem tree

That I have been watering since I was just a chota bacha of kg

Then I remembered this is the place where I grew up

People call it home , but why does it not feel like home ?

You know ,Mera apna ghar , the place where I was born ,

It is just as same as it was ,including the wall

Same room , same floor , that's where I used to crawl

Jo chiz badli , wo the mere parents and their habit to grawl

M unse durr thi for like 11months ,

I felt their thought process would have changed by now ,

But , my exam result broke this myth in once

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