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Down memory lane is a long ride for some
And for the very young still to come
The mind is strange and tends to wonder
A scene, a song,a word or may be just a blunder
And old times and old things and old scenes ring
Seem to fly, break barriers and take you on their wings
Well I saw Piku just that eve and the Actor of all times
In great Bacchan style without a care for a penny or a dime
Did not fly or run or scram down that famous lane
But rode on a cycle to recreate the memory frame
My thoughts ran and jumbled ,there came in my brain
Mumtaz and Dev Saheb cycling down a field of green and grain
He teasing her with his impish grin and naughty eyes
and she responding with that soft and quivering smile
YHM is far removed from and moving further
As the days and months pass from one year to another
But the mind does not for reminders need beg
Matter not that she can't even shake a leg
An old tune and just a simple bench
Down to earth and Desi not exotic or French
Not a cycle or a car ,hardly any touch
Just she and him and a simple crutch
Was all that was needed to for fantasy to fly
Beyond today and tomoro and to see with the mind's eye
Just like Bacchan Sahb did in Old Calcutta - city of Joy
where all thec 'As' are Pronounced as almost 'Oys'
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