Victoria, Victoria, I love and hate that name ...

The discoloured building, the broken pane ...

Yet it means so much to him

He looks beyond it - and walks down memory lane.

Geography room, upper khud, a part of his life and breath

As real a part of his existance, as anything could ever be...

This city with all its laughter and tears,

Grime and toil, His home and heritage...

Even today....

With dreams yet unlived

Tired with trying...'

Complacent with getting...

Weary with boredom...

Yet, when he goes back there

Smells the grass, hears the distant din

Of matches lost and won...

He smiles and flicks away a tear

Even today.