Thursday, December 04, 2008


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.


aniket said...


Voldi said...


Virgineer said...

tagore ki poem se tipa hai :P