Ishq ka Raang Safed Piya

Preface

Mazhab nahin Sikhata
Apas Mein Bair Rakhna

Hindi Hai Hum
Hindi hai Hum
Hindi Hai Hum
Vatan hai
hindustaan hamara

Saare Jahaan Se Achcha
Hindustaan Hamaraa
Saare Jahaan Se Achcha
Hindustaan Hamaraa Hamaraa

Hum BulBulain Hai Iss Ki,
Ye Gulsitan Hamaraa Hamaraa

The whole class of standard 2 recited the poem joyfully in full voice in synchronization ,of great Indian writer and poet Muhammad Iqbal Khan.

"Very good bacchon!!...now let's do the next stanza"..The Teacher ordered the students and started reciting the next stanza as kids joined and repeated her.

Godee mein kheltee Hain
Is kee hazaaron nadiya

Gulshan Hai Jinke dam se,
Rashk-e-janna hamaraa hamaraa

Mazhab nahin Sikhataa
Apas Mein Bayr Rakhnaa

Hindee Hai Hum
Hindee Hai Hum
Hindee Hai Hum
Vatan hai
hindostaan hamaraa

"Bahut acche bacchon!!..bas aise hi revise karte rehna hai".The Teacher advised.

"Yuvan ..kya kar rahe hain aap ye baar baar aise...seedhe khare rahiye aur Kavita ko baar baar dohrayen".Teacher spoke looking at a cute little and chubby kid of around 7 years who was again and again trying to sit down on his bench keeping his legs tightly on another leg.

" Kya hai Yuvan..bolnenge..kya pareshani hai...sirf 4 din bache hai Annual Function me aur kal chutti bhi hai...aapko yaad karna hai ye poem jaldi se aur acche se.".

" wo to mujhe pehle se aata hai ma..sholly Miss...I know this poem by heart all leady Mam..Papa ne sikhaya".Yuvan spoke in his baby voice smiling proudly.

" Papa ne..bahut smart nahi hai tumhare Papa..pehle se hi sab sikha ke bheje hai, school me kya jarurat thi bhejne ki..khud busy khud hi teacher ban jate....waise acchi baat hai...to fir pareshani kya hai?".She asked Yuvan.

" Mam I want to toilet mam?".The kid asked while the whole class laughed on this while standing in the class.

" I want to go to toilet Mam??..this is right sentence Yuvan. Tumhare Papa ne ye nahi sikhaya??".Teacher asked back.

"Wo to pata hai...par susu aayi hai na...bahut jor ki..isliye Beach ka 'go' washroom me chala gaya mam..par kya, Aap gussa ho mele Papa che kya".??.The kid asked frowing now.

"Main...main kyon gussa hone lagi aapke Papa se".Teacher asked perturbed.

" Ok..May I go to Toilet maam..please..fir main wapas aa kar apko apna favorite poem poora sunaonga jo mere Papa ne sikhaya hai".He requested excitedly.

" Kaunsa...accha..ok go and come fast..koi badmashi nahi class ke bahar".Teacher ordered.

Yuvan ran out of the class holding his lower abdomen with the speed of light and came again in a go after next 3 minutes.

" May I come in Mam!".Yuvan asked and entered as the teacher nodded in a yes and standing on the ground started reciting another poem.

Chah Nahin Mai SurBala Ke
Gehnon Mein Guntha Jaaon.