manzil pohounch humne jaana
kya haseen tha woh safarr
tha kya woh jalwa
tha kya woh seherr
mile jab hum pehlee baar
naach aata naa thaa
chhaa jo hum gaye manchh par
aangann ab tedaa naa thaa
dheere dheere haule haule
unki ungli pakad hum naache
mitti se shuru toh kiya
antt mein bane pakke dhaanche
manzil toh hai aa gayee
naa rahee koi kasar
shuruwaat thi toh tal se
jaa kar pohounche hum gadar
chehre the woh naye
dost humne jo banaaye
naacha khoob saath saath
sukhbir ke dohe gungunaaye
iss hasee gaane ke baad
ek mayusee hai ab chhayee
dil baith sa hai gaya
vidhaiee ki ghadee jo aayee
raah apni apni pakad
jo hum hai chale
aao milke ek saath
bolein balle balle
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2 comments:
This is awesome poetry. Vivid Imagery.
Original? If yes, b-school is a wrong place for you.
Thanks Amitabh. It is original indeed. Was written after our bhangra dance performance at school yesterday. We had a great time practicing for it and everyone seemed to echo that in the countless mails that followed. This was just my way of expressing the experience.
Well, as for business school, i heard someone once say and I quote
"Sometimes one needs to earn money doing things that one likes so that one can enjoy things that one truly loves"
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