CRAVING FOR YOUR PRESENCE CRAVING FOR YOUR PRESENCE

One more time, I want to smile a little broader and live a little better. One more time, I want to smile a little broader and live a little better.

This rickshaw is my wagon wheel, God of this heaven that’s what now I feel, This rickshaw is my wagon wheel, God of this heaven that’s what now I feel,

This poem expresses the walk down to the memory lane. This poem expresses the walk down to the memory lane.

Crossing the school’s threshold, Time was to become big and bold... Crossing the school’s threshold, Time was to become big and bold...

When did those traded cards lose their burnish? We are the ones who let that nostalgia perish... When did those traded cards lose their burnish? We are the ones who let that ...