Aag lagi thi raavan mein, mujhe india ka ehsaas hua,
main bharat darshan karta hu, mujhko fir se yeh gyaat hua.
chalne ko to pair nahin, sannata sar mein chaaya hai,
jagmag karti is dashmi mein , ye kisne mann bharmaya hai.
sona jadhta ho paani sa, chahe jharne mein ag lage,
maanavta to ab parey gayi, meri bullet na daag lage.
santa banta to khoob sune, per max miller si baat kahan,
thanda hokar main jata hu, london si yahan per baat kahan.
yahan hawa nahin kahin A.C ki, kahin keechad ki bauchaar hui,
hawa lagaane chanchal mann, meri bullet chalo taiyaar hui.
hawa chali jo shimla ki, to utha yeh mere mann mein,
yun to main bharat mein hu, per meri bullet badal gayi london mein.
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this poem is written with a mad mind....
it is a story of a tourist from u.k.
he is riding a bullet to travel across India...
explanation below:
he experience dusherra culture in India...
it is too crowded tat he cannot walk properly...
and it is colorful festival...but his mind is not concentrating on it...
the ravans are burnt ..consists even gold in their body
(wastage of money)
and there is shortage of drinking water in India.
then he thinks that if people are not thinking abt this ...then why should he think...his bullet should be safe.
then he went to listen some indian comedy but couldn't find it up to the mark like max miller
(very famous comedian in london)
he is not excited at all and moved ahead towards his journey.
he doesn't found air conditioner at common places and even tasted mud at roads.then he kicked his bullet to some chilling place.
then he went to shimla...and only during ride he experienced the cool breeze like u.k's...
he said..
bullet badal gayi london mein.
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