I still see it as vivid as i see today
you walked in meekly with a graceful sway

Your eyes were shining, your face was lit
you had a smile , the likes of which i had never seen

I never knew it was possible , for sm1 to look
that beautiful, in a simple attire of tee and jeans

You said 'hi' and smiled that lethal smile
recovering from it really took me awhile

I followed your movements with bated breath
the guy you sat next to immediately earned my hate

the lecture was lost , the professor vanished
and it was your 'hi'over and over my mind replayed
what a sweet voice i said to myself ,
to hear it again i would have a dragon slayed

i ran through my mind the thousand pick up lines
and thought over the problem of how to impress

i cracked loud jokes and glanced at you
hoping you would atleast like a few
you ignored some and at some you smiled
this was gonna be difficult then i knew

Still i did enlist myself as your friend
i hoped the road would have a beautiful bend

that day is right there on top of the list
the list of days i will never forget
the days which made me jump with joy
and now whose memories make my eyes wet

its been years since that day , time has flown
you have come and gone , and we both have known
its futile to try when things are past their prime
but still i wish that day could again be mine.

The biker is worried but sure
with money he can easily lure
as the lady from the slum is screaming and crying
'Oh my kid my kid, God saved you from dying!'
and hugging the kid and kissing him more,
the one whose birth she curses in furore.

the activist is teaching his kid a,b,c
the TV is playing a movie on english Zee
in his mind he is happily planning
the mob is just in the mood for fanning
and luckily that day he came upon a school with an english name
which he and his gang would with charcoal that nite defame

the minister is all charged up and screaming
its the brain drain he is demeaning
calling them cheaters to escape to foreign lands
the next day the same minister is pushing a bill
to increase reservations for the minority wheel
which in effect would surely his votebank fill

the beggar is sad as he looks at the empty bowl
today again his kids will with hunger howl
he has begged and wept at people all day
and his respect and shame at their feet lay
so that he doesnt have to hear his family whining
he looks up and sees a poster saying 'INDIA SHINING'

the common man is also a part of this game
what does he do other than the government blame
when it comes to taxes he acts so lame
and then on news about inflation and growing prices
he curses the system and vows to fight
but a poem is all he is able to write.