Shesh Baina

The storms, rains, pain, and tears
The mornings, afternoons, laughter, and games
With all these packed in my box of memories
I take your leave, I take your leave

Kites, dolls, games, and cars
I don't want any of these
Dad, will you keep my last request
Take me back to my childhood days
Take me back to my childhood days

Sweet smile, glass bangles
You are my mermaid
I grab a fist full of your 'achol' (Flowing tail of a saree) and mount on my horse
Have packed our photograph in the box of memories
But the box is missing your 'achol' (Flowing tail of a saree) mom

Mom, my childhood days are lost
Take me back to my childhood days

Mom, my childhood days are lost
Take me back to my childhood days



Credits
Writer(s): Shiny Das
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