I Think...

Barish ke baad ki dhoop Jaise dhoodh men naha kar aayi ha Jisko bhi chuye uska roop nikhaar layi ha Haryali ko kuch aur hara kar gayi ha Phoolon ke rangon men ek nayi umang aayi ha Pheekhe pade Pedon ke patton men bhi rawani chahyi ha Har taraf ek aseem ujala ha, mann ke antar ko cheerta Ander bahar ki saari chintaon ko jaise har leta Barish ke baad ki dhoop Ek naya vishwas jaga layi ha Prakriti nikhar nikhar kar khud ko vykat kar rahi ha Ek khushi ki kiran mann men bhi jag rahi ha Har rang jaise aur khil utha ha, Apni khushi ko khud ko gehra kar byan kar raha ha Sadak b aaj khud ka jalwa dhikane ke liye, dhoop pi rahi ha auron ko jalane ke liye Khudko jala kar b khush ha dekho Barish ke baad ki dhoop ka yeah kaise asar ha dekho Holi nahi ha fir  bhi rango ki holi le aayi ha, Har rang ne apni dhos jamane ki si kasam khayi ha In sab men gehra to us khushi ka rang ha Jo na dhikne per bhi sabse zyada prachand ha Sundarta ne jaise ek nayi paribhasha paayi ha

While travelling back home in a metro, experienced life for some time. On my extreme left was sitting a few months old infant and on my right was a man who was may be in the last season of his life. In between were people in different stages of life, felt as if was looking at a portrait of life. The infant was busy in his/her own world and so was the old gentleman. But the stages in between, a family sitting just in-front of me talking and laughing together, some school kids discussing their own stuff and eating from single tiffin, a mix of rice and some veggie which looked yum partially because I was hungry my self. A young man smartly dressed, sure thought he was looking too handsome, one could easily read his expression. Another family adjusting two little kids in a single seat of an adult. It was lovely to see how the elder one held on to the younger sibling so she or he may not fall in spite of being so young herself. Girls are born with motherly instinct. Sadly my tran