Those Bygone days I Cherish I love
Of the unpunctual morning and cornflakes.
When we would crave
for poha and fried chappities in morning break.
Of Manish, MD, Baphna and Kanad,
When would fasten the musical nuances
Into the pearl of harmonious ballad.
Those Bygone days I Cherish I love
Of the ecstatic Sunday cricket matches.
When the yawning faces would outburst into
Laughing running and diving catches.
Of the weekend late night movie masti.
When we cheered, roared and whistled,
While watching Fanna and Rand De Basanti.
Those Bygone days I Cherish I love
Of the candlelight, Old songs and wine.
When we would hmm and go carol,
Oblivious of destiny and time.
Of chatting hooting and floating in musical lagoon.
When we would sip the tea,
On serene Sunday afternoon.
How swiftly the seasons out,
That leaves a trail that lingers on and on.
Of fun Of frolic Of halcyon days,
That makes me love and cherish those Bygone days.
