YEH JAWANI kya sahi mein HAI DEEWANI?

नाता बेतुकी दिल्लगी से तोड़ना जाने ना
आने वाले कल की फ़िकर से जोड़ना जाने ना


Under moonlit skies, we dance and sway,

Embracing life in a carefree way,

With laughter loud and spirits high,

Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, we cry.


Friendships forged in fires bright,

In the tapestry of endless night,

Memories etched as time flies by,

Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, we fly.


With dreams unbound and hearts set free,

In the present moment, we just be,

Through ups and downs, we dare and try,

Ye Jawani Hai Deewani, we reply.


So when the journey seems too tough, 

And every stride feels not enough, 

Remember this, as you wander far, 

Mera falsafaa kandhe pe mera basta 

Chala main jahaan le chala mujhe rasta.


In every breath, in every mile, 

We face the world with steady smile.

And though the future's veil may hide, 

Our spirits strong, we will abide, 

Kal pe sawaal hai, jeena filhaal hai, 







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