Sabz pedon pe.. ghani shaakhon pe.., Phoolon pe.. vahaan,
Kaise chupchaap barasta hai musalsal pani..
Kitni aawaazein hain..,Ye log hain.., Ye baatein hain..,
Magar zehan ke peeche.. kisi aur hi sateh pe kahin..
Jaise chupchaap barasta hai tasavvur tera....
Look through the closed glass.. across the window..
Over the lush green trees.. on thick branches.. flowers..over there
How silently it showers.. on and on..
So much noise.. These people.. Their talk..
But in the back drop of mind.. somewhere..
on a different level altogather..
showers silently your thoughts…