My Body Belongs to 90s!

My body belongs to era 90s 

And so does my soul, 

I am happy, even if people call me in an outdated role.

Yes, 

I value bonds more than anything, 

Yes, money is important for sustaining, but can’t over power many things,

 

Yes, I am addicted to people,

Say family and friends

And the length of my smile, on them depends

Good news from them, 

Lightens me up, 

Their struggle sometimes, made my mental state corrupts

Yes, I have pathetic voice

Still love to sing and listen, the typical 90s musical noise

Yes, we mock ourselves, 

Yes, we hardly find pleasure in grilling foreign cells. 

Yes,  we are middle strata,

And we always have laughing data.

Yes, we understand the warmth of bonds,

And we act, react and accordingly respond.

Yes, I still feel heaven, when my favorite people are around,

This virtual world is just a means, to feel that they are still around. 

Yes we grill our siblings,

Yes we mock our parents,

But still their positive sides, we know are deeply rooted,

And can’t get polluted.

Yes, we shed sweat, to earn, 

In the month starting, seeing the account digit, we sensably burn.

Yes, I get immense happiness by having a chai cup, 

With my bhaijaan , buddies and fellas, 

My heart stays healthy when I got decent scolding from my brothers, buddies and female fellas.

I appreciate their concern, that helps me stay on track, and I know, if I fall,  I have their back. 

Yes, my body belongs to 90s 

Yes, still small small things defines me.