home, childhood and cricket !

get out of your refrigerators, come play with us.

unplug your processed minds, come savour the dust.


shell out a few coins, aye, we need a new stump.


and drop that miser look, christ ! you haven't changed a bit.


come out, challenge us with your long forgotten bouncers.


and amaze us later with fables of that girl.


come out, the fields are empty and there are no clouds,


drop that headphone and save an ear for our shouts.


for the streets have called you back.


for friends have called you back.