ek din sapne me dekha sapna, kya
arre woh jo hai na amitabh apna, bachchan han
mai amitabh ho gaya, ho sapne me dekha sapna
market se out huwa, logo ko doubt huwa
meri vajah se woh gaya gaya gaya gaya
kismat toh badali, kya kahu really
mai amitabh ho gaya, ho sapne me dekha sapna

daye me hema malini, baye pe jinat aman
samne rekha, pichhe jo dekha
daye me hema, baye pe jinat
samne rekha, pichhe jo dekha, toh kya huwa
ratna khadi thi hath me chhadi thi
dekhte dekhte mai bhag raha tha
dekha mai jag raha tha, ho sapne me dekha sapna ha

ha ek aur yad aaya, sunaau
ek din sapne me dekha sapna
arre woh jo hai na mistar pele apna, cosmos?
kehte khiladi hai, bada anari hai
mere sath match ho gaya, gaya gaya gaya gaya
arre mara jo chhakka toh catch ho gaya
football me cricket, ha kaha na
sapne me dekha sapna, ho sapne me dekha sapna

aur ek, ek din chhoti si dekhi sapni, sapni
woh jo hai naa lata apni
lata ga rahi thi, mai table pe tha
woh mukhde pe thi, mai antare pe tha
tal kaha ,sum kaha, tum kaha, ham kaha
tal kaha ,sum kaha, tum kaha, ham kaha
tirkit dhum nargad dhum
tirkit dhum nargad dhum tum ham tum
lataphat, pataphat, narakat, karamat
ta thai thai ta
ta thai thai ta thaiya thaiya thai
takat dhum takat dhum takat dhnya
sapne me dekha sapna, ho sapne me dekha sapna, ha

In slumber's realm, a vision did unfold,
The titan of the screen, his story told:
Amitabh, he, in that dream did reside,
Then cast aside, the public's doubt did ride.
His downfall echoed, a market's despair,
Yet fortune shifted, a whispered prayer.
He became Amitabh, in dream's embrace,
A world of wonder, time and space.

To his right, Hema, a vision so bright,
And Zeenat Aman, bathed in golden light.
Rekha's beauty, a canvas of grace,
Behind them, a stranger's unsettling face.
Ratna emerged, a cane in her hand,
And I, in terror, fled across the land.
Then I awoke, the dream's grip had ceased,
A fleeting moment, a fragile peace.

Another memory, I shall relate,
Of a dream that sealed my fate.
Pele, the master, in cosmos's hold,
A player of skill, though his moves were bold.
A match we played, a clash of wills,
His shot, a six, where fate then spills.
Cricket in football, a paradoxical art,
A dream, a dream that tore my heart.

And then, a dream, a whispered plea,
Of Lata, her voice, a melody.
She sang so sweetly, a song divine,
While I, a drummer, played a syncopated line.
Her face, the prelude, my rhythm's sway,
Where rhythm ends, where do we stay?
Lost in the echoes, lost in the sound,
A dance of longing, all around.
Lata's magic, a world of flair,
Ta thai thai ta, beyond compare.
Ta thai thai ta, a vibrant dance,
Takat dhoom takat dhoom, a fleeting trance.
A dream, a dream, that held me fast,
A dream that never truly passed.