Every line that I draw has a meaning ; Yet I stick to my initial sketching ; My friend eraser,

Hum hi hain nirmaan ke tatva, Lekin aaj kho raha hai hamara astitva. Nahi rahi ab hamari shaan, Logon ne

Pencil sways in the hands , Rolls of sheets filled in stands , Models piled up beside the wall ,

Desperate eyes search the sky in hope, A stupor steals over… A rush of air releases in a sigh, While

With a bang and a clash, his wooden bones were erected. With skill and ability the plaster skin was applied

Oh client, Tell him your needs He has the solutions As always millions And he knows the best one Oh