us pal ke intezaar mein jeete ho,

meetha hoga woh, ye to tum jaan gaye ho..

har roz ek naye khoj pe,

samet ke saari baatein dhyaan dete ho..

nanhe kanhaon se ghire rehte ho,

unke chote ungliyon mein duniya bhoolte ho..

woh pyaari si muskurahat hamesha rahe,

khushi tumse hamesha baatein kare.. 

baat baat pe shukriya ada karte ho,

khikhiyaake ke khoob maza lete ho..

samraaton ke kaal to baayan haath ka khel hai,

usme hasi ka to bada mel hai..

achchayi tere saamne masthishq jhukaye,

dosti naam ke pehchaan banaye.. 

kavitha likhke bade bhole bante ho,

ek samay pe paanch cheezon pe dhyaan dete ho!

This lovely little fort down the alley,

caressed by the only ally..

a fireplace always lit when it snowed,

an attic full of raw supplies..

a broken parapet, withered rampart,

which reminded him of the battle..

they tried to pull him down the throne,

he was valourous..

their naked swords,

blood dripping down the tip..

he couldn't stand their malignity,

trebuchets were at work..

they wanted him to be a part of them,

a villa that promised salvation..

he was unscathed..

but the darts poisoned him,

he was alone, in the dungeons,

he came out, revived.. 

he searched frantically,

for the attic, for his fireplace..

he looked out of the window arch..

they spat venom, held torches,

his heart belonged to the castle,

he felt his love for the place..

he felt a dry smile when he saw - 

that the armour would always guard him..