bachpan ka hasin manzar
bachpan ka hasin manzar
suhaana yaad aata hain
musalsal phir wahin kissa
purana yaad aata hain
bachpan ka hasin manzar
suhaana yaad aata hain

chhupakar maa ke aanchal me
har ek gum ko bhula dena
chhupakar maa ke aanchal me
har ek gum ko bhula dena
wo juthe zakham par
marham lagana yaad aata hain
wo juthe zakham par
marham lagana yaad aata hain

huyi muddat ke kuchh rishate
bigad ke phir nahi bante
huyi muddat ke kuchh rishate
bigad ke phir nahi bante
wo lamho me khafa hona
manana yaad aata hain
wo lamho me khaffa hona
manana yaad aata hain

muhalif se sabhi chehre hain
apno ke parayo ke
muhalif se sabhi chehre hain
apno ke parayo ke
wo har chehre ko hi apna
banana yaad aata hain
wo har chehare ko hi apna
banana yaad aata hain
musalsal phir wahin kissa
purana yaad aata hain
bachpan ka hasin manzar
suhaana yaad aata hain

adhure khwab se bojhil si
raate so nahi paati
adhure khwab se bojhil si
raate so nahi paati
adhure khwab se bojhil si
raate so nahi paati
wo har sab khwaab ke bistar
sajana yaad aata hain
wo har sab khwaab ke bistar
sajana yaad aata hain

parstish bhi tizarat hi
khudaya hain umeedon ki
parstish bhi tizarat hi
khudaya hain umeedon ki
wo misari ki dali ko sar
jhukana yaad aata hain
wo misari ki dali ko sar
jhukana yaad aata hain

jahan ke shor me apni
sada bhi sun nahi paate
jahan ke shor me apni
sada bhi sun nahi paate
wo lori ka muqaddasa
tarana yaad aata hain
wo lori ka muqaddasa
tarana yaad aata hain
musalsal phir wahin kissa
purana yaad aata hain
bachpan ka hasin manzar
suhaana yaad aata hain
suhaana yaad aata hain
suhaana yaad aata hain

A childhood's vibrant canvas,
A memory so sweet,
Again and again that story,
The past, my heart does greet.
A childhood's vibrant canvas,
A memory so sweet.

Hidden in mother's shawl,
To forget each ache and tear,
On scraped knees, a healing touch,
Her balm, I hold so dear.
On scraped knees, a healing touch,
Her balm, I hold so dear.

Years have passed, some bonds now frayed,
Broken, never to mend,
In those moments, anger flares,
Then making up, my friend.

Faces all turned, hostile now,
Loved ones seeming strange,
To embrace each face, each heart,
That touch, I rearrange.
To embrace each face, each heart,
That touch, I rearrange.
Again and again that story,
The past, my heart does greet.
A childhood's vibrant canvas,
A memory so sweet.

With dreams unlived, nights are heavy,
Sleep finds no gentle hold,
On every dream's soft, silken bed,
To arrange, a story told.

Even worship, a commerce of hope,
God, and all that's above,
To bow my head before the sweetness,
That reverence, I love.
To bow my head before the sweetness,
That reverence, I love.

In the world's loud, incessant noise,
My own voice unheard,
That lullaby's sacred chant,
My soul, forever stirred.
That lullaby's sacred chant,
My soul, forever stirred.
Again and again that story,
The past, my heart does greet.
A childhood's vibrant canvas,
A memory so sweet.