That roadside highway dhaba i cherish ,
and delhi bhatinda punjab mail ,
people storming in for one stop ...
and never getting off the seat ...
that tea one not having a change ..
shouting chai chai Chaaiiyaam ..
The khuller milk with cream and jalebi ,
you will never know the smiles on friends ...
and the newspaper one will go across the place ,
to return one buck , and tell them its fine ...
place where you leave a buck and people feel obliged ...
not like yours where tip is right ...
for from the station to the place dont need a cab ...
the auto does fine ... had all not on station ...
for return to Delhi is no less fun ...
and then to Bangalore for my second home ,
ok third home ... no more compromise ....
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