lete hai sab ek sadak hum galiyo se jayenge
har naya chehra naye rang dekh payenge
kitabe utha utha kar apni halat khasta hai
bheja khali hai aur bhari basta hai

mote mote forms mein likhe sare norms hain
koi galat nahi hai sabki ek si uniform hai
nadi ke jaise hum behte jate hain
suraj ki dhup se hum bheene bheene gun gaate hain

sochte hain hum kayi baar hum bade kab honge yaar
aisi aafat mein thodi to chahat ho
khote khote pane ki thodi chahat ho
bheja khali hai, wo aur bhari basta hai, wo
bheja khali hai, wo aur bhari basta hai

We all tread the same road,
But through the hidden lanes we'll go.
Each new face, a vibrant hue,
A spectrum of colors, fresh and new.

Books piled high, our plight laid bare,
A hollow mind, burdened with care.
Our spirit, a vast, empty space,
Weighing down with a heavy case.

In thick forms, the norms reside,
No wrong or right, nowhere to hide.
Uniformity, a common thread,
Like a river's flow, our course is led.
Beneath the sun's warm, golden grace,
We sing softly, in time and space.

We wonder, often, when we'll grow,
In this chaos, the seeds of longing sow.
To find ourselves, in all we lose,
A flicker of desire, we choose.

A hollow mind, that waits and yearns,
And a heavy case, that always learns.
A hollow mind, where dreams reside,
And a heavy case, nowhere to hide.