As I write this down in my diary, I hear the last few minutes of KBC playing on the television,
The streaming voice of Mr.Bachchan, who has always entered my heart through my vision,
I did not follow KBC four days a week, but felt connected every single time I just heard his boice, or saw through a peep,
The Man, with his grace and charm, with his rich textured Sherwani's, always welcomed me with warmth,
With that care, he hugged almost every contestant, each one of them , grinning wide with content in his arms.
He consoled, cajoled, and helped the ladies up the hot-seat, as u were swiped off your feet, with his endearing charm.
His smile, his laughter, and those soulfull phrases, he spoke looking into the camera,
Have all been stored and locked into my mind, although I still fall short of gathering his blissfull aura.
With Panch Koti Maha Mani, he has spread smiles across lives, in the dusty corners across India,
As i saw him asking those questions, and locking those answers, shayad meine bhi kuch seekh liya,
Yes I know he takes crores' per show, yes I know some say the show is fixed,
But, if I choose to believe the passion and love, he has equally spread across the varied sections of India,
If I choose to believe in this incredible human being, every time I watch him across the glass,
I would still loose my mind and heart to this man,
Who is born once in ages, but dwells within hearts, across light-years of winters and springs.
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