bhavukta angoor lata se kheench kalpana ki haala
kavi saaqi bankar aaya hai bharkar kavita ka pyaala
kabhi na kanh-bhar khaali hoga laakh piyen do laakh piyen!
paathakgan hai peenewaala, pustak meri madhushaala
Bachchan reiterates that he is the mirror and just the mirror. We, the drinkers, are the teachers who fill his wine glass; the pitcher is his book. The beautiful part of this is that no matter how many millions drink this wine, it will be inexhaustible.
The first line is beautiful. The angoor-lata is the vine, the creeper in the grape plantation, poetically harking to the vision of a straw through which Bachchan extracts the universe's wisdom, using his imagination as his source of energy.
Elegantly constructed verse!
kavi saaqi bankar aaya hai bharkar kavita ka pyaala
kabhi na kanh-bhar khaali hoga laakh piyen do laakh piyen!
paathakgan hai peenewaala, pustak meri madhushaala
Bachchan reiterates that he is the mirror and just the mirror. We, the drinkers, are the teachers who fill his wine glass; the pitcher is his book. The beautiful part of this is that no matter how many millions drink this wine, it will be inexhaustible.
The first line is beautiful. The angoor-lata is the vine, the creeper in the grape plantation, poetically harking to the vision of a straw through which Bachchan extracts the universe's wisdom, using his imagination as his source of energy.
Elegantly constructed verse!
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