A busy street in down town,
Was where I wore that sick frown,
It was a hectic working day,
With sunset on its way,

All worries flooded my mind,
Leaving almost none behind,
I had lost my car that day,
Oh! My beloved Chevrolet,

I had lost my I-phone,
Around the strike of the unlucky noon,
I just needed a gun that day,
I swear I would’ve blown the thief’s brains right away,

I couldn’t stop mourning,
At being fired that morning,
I made a wish all the way,
That my idiot boss would pass away,

Now even the bus was late,
OH GOD! Why has hassle become my fate?
Everything was fine till yesterday,
Has it got to be the first of May?
Engulfed in the ocean of heavy sadness,
I was being driven to crazy madness,
A sound then hooked my mind away,
Which sounded something like ‘garam aanday’,

It was a man with a heavy load,