Where do you stay? Ask me and the reply says
314, Santhosh Nivas, Vinayaka street.
Lovely house, great people, no problem
Sometimes the rats do hunt us.

No sooner it’s eleven, there should be silence.
The voice is feeble, even the girls are far from the victory.
The electric bill is now less, the pump being shifted upstairs.
They have a tring-tring, they would love our parents to give a call.

The two sons are victims of their mother onslaught.
Dad seems to be stern, there is nothing that we can learn.
They don’t celebrate any festival, unique species in the world.
By 10th, we are to pay our rent, or its ordeal

I suggest come down once to our home
For the real happiness you might feel is here.