I wake up in the morning,
With a dreamy vision,
Of beautiful Jasmine flowers,
And Begonias and Roses.

I remember the yesteryears,
Of the time when I was a youth of sixteen,
Living in a quaint dreamy colony of Delhi,
Woken by friends, who would yell for me.

For a run in the large park,
Adjacent to our posh colony.
We would all run in joy,
Round the four corners of this park.

I want to stretch my legs,
And run as fas...