Thursday, December 04, 2008

:P

Where the dreams sail across meltdowns;
Where the gaze is firm and confident;
Where the wings are laughing at PJs;
Where the shirts have Saarang written over them;
Where the men regard each other as gods;
Where the terms are dictated not received;
Where the world awaits the change to be brought by each one -
Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my IIT awake.

3 comments:

aniket said...

Haha!!!

Voldi said...

Fart!!

Virgineer said...

tagore ki poem se tipa hai :P