Maruti

It was a Maruti
It is still a Maruti

It almost looks same
Yet it is better

11 long years it was
With unblemished record

And memories of good trips
As well as embarrassing experiences

Yet it’s sad to let something go
That which somehow feels as if it is one of us

But flowers fall and flowers bloom
And so we shower the warm welcome

With traditional Pooja to make it sacred
And hopes of continued stainless record

For the good of one and all
For years and years together

For the first time
I can now proudly say

It is indeed my own
Down to the last hard-earned penny

After the trendy cell
Comes this another change

It’s a small change
Yet it’s still a change