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I cannot forget the flower,

I gave Daphne* years ago,

I cannot forget her smiles,

That beamed on her years ago.



I cannot forget father's calls,

At the dinner table, years ago,

Asking me to join him there,

For supper many years ago.



I cannot forget ma's lullaby,

Sung to me when I was a child,

Sweeter than Lata's* it was,

At that time many years ago.



I can't forget the train journey,

With my pa several years ago,

From Madras to Tiruchirapalli,

Slow and steady, several years ago.



I cannot forget Joshua John*,

And the times we shared years ago,

With him, Daphne and Ramola*,

During Xmas several years ago.



I cannot forget Tiger* and Nick*,

Nor Malir* of several years ago,

How pa and ma suffered for us,

Me and my siblings several years ago.



I cannot forget Commissioner Sa'ab*,

And his sweetness and kindness,

Nor can I his Cadbury bars,

Or ice cream flasks many years ago.



I cannot forget that bicycle rides,

With my pa singing all along,

Raj Kapoor's* famous film songs,

Or Do-Re-Me*... several years ago.



I cannot forget Children's English School*,

Or the rain-soaked walks with friends,

Trudging on to school or back home,

So many times several years ago.



I cannot forget the kites we flew,

On the clean and sandy shores,

Of cities in the East and West,

Or in the parks many years ago.



I cannot forget the comics I read,

And all the books I had with me,

Tarzan, Phantom, Gold Key, Archie,

Blyton, Doyle, Hugo and Christie.



I cannot forget my childhood friends,

And I cannot forget my special ones,

Daphne and father head the list,

Of those I miss since years ago.



I miss Rita-Yank* of Ohio,

I miss Becky* of the '70s,

And I miss dignified Iona*,

My English teacher of years ago.



I miss every moment of my past,

Be it joyful or full of pain,

And all those "times of torture"*,

Afflicting me several years ago.



And I won't talk of those times,

When love meant everything to me,

When days and nights were paradise,

Forever they 'll be a mystery.



Today I was alone at dawn,

Though God is there with me always,

But tears like blood-drops in the heart,

Hide aches which the world won't know.



This very day last December,

My loving pa left me with Saigal*,

And with all the memories,

Of him and the rest...of years ago.



I know not what to say to whom,

I know with whom to share my time,

Shehzad* and Adnan* are also far,

With whom to talk of all those years ago!