In the sepia days the pants traveled
Far and flung in bell shaped bottoms
And the sides burned on hairy faces.
The pants went yellow and jacket red
In tinsel romance to dark-lined eyes
Lowered in instantaneous modesty.
Movies flowed sweetly into weddings
That had no foretaste of black gowns.
A motor cycle sputtered with a train
Singing of the brevity of life, in sepia.
(Bollywood movies of the seventies)