Through the rusty railings of my flat's window
I saw her face for the first time
and then I forgot her...
I saw her once again, a few months later
when I was frying omlettes for my customer
and there, something struck me,
and I liked her....
Her dad used to come to my shop, for evening snacks
and she went to tuitions, by my lane, to study maths...
I liked her, then started getting attracted,
and finally I started loving her...
But what could I do?
I was no King Lear, neither was I a rich 'Kane',
and the world was my own small lane,
and I was meant to make samosaas
and omlettes for my customers, all the days...
and life went on and on, years passed,
we all grew older, and one day,
She came to me with a kid, and said,
"Bhaiya, here's my son!! Give him a Pav-Bhaaji
along with a Coco-Cola can...
and I started putting the oil in the pan...
