A boy prays to the rising sun. He turns to have a look at the city lights in the distance.
Dinanath Chavan:
Beta, is taraf nahi, us taraf dekho. Saara sansaar ugte sooraj ki pooja karta hai, kyonki sooraj saari duniya ko roshni deta hai.
Vijay:
Lekin pitaji, sooraj to sirf din mein roshni deta hai. Magar, shehar mein, raat mein bhi roshni hoti hai. Kya wahan ke log bhi is roshni ki pooja karte hain kya?
Dinanath Chavan:
Ahh, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha. Shehar mein roshni ki pooja kam, aur daulat ki pooja zyaada hoti hai. Aur daulat ke pujariyo ko aksar jhoot ka sahaara lekar galat raaste par chalna padta hai.
Vijay:
Kyon, pitaji?
Dinanath Chavan:
Kyonki beta, sachaai ka raasta bada kathin hota hai. Aag ka raasta hota hai. Agneepath hota hai.
Vijay:
Agneepath?
Dinanath Chavan:
Haan, haan. Yaad hai no woh kavita?
Vijay:
Haan, yaad hai, pitaji.
Dinanath Chavan:
Agneepath, agneepath, agneepath.
Vijay:
Ped ho...
Dinanath Chavan:
Uh huh, vriksh ho...
Vijay:
Haan, vriksh ho, bhale ghane, ho ghane, ho ghane.
Dinanath Chavan:
Ek patt chhanv bhi maang mat, maang mat, maang mat.
Vijay:
Agneepath, agneepath, agneepath.
Dinanath Chavan:
Tu na thakega kabhi.
Vijay:
Tu na thamega kabhi, tu na mudega kabhi.
Dinanath Chavan:
Kar shapat.
Vijay:
Uh huh.
Dinanath Chavan:
Kar shapat!
Vijay:
Kar shapat.
Dinanath Chavan:
Agneepath, agneepath, agneepath.
Vijay:
Aage mein bhool gaya, pitaji.
Dinanath Chavan:
Yeh mahaan drishya hai, chal raha manushya hai, ashru shvet rakt se latpat, latpat, latpat, agneepath, agneepath, agneepath.
Vijay:
Iska matlab kya hai, pitaji?
Dinanath Chavan:
Bete, manzil ko paane ke liye, insaan jab apne hi aansoo, khoon aur paseene mein latpat ho jaata hai, to mushkile uska raasta kabhi nahi rok sakti.
Vijay:
Main vaada karta hoon, pitaji. Ab main yeh kavita kabhi nahi bhoolunga.