Aao, kuchh baat karein.
Dil ki nahin, dedh gaj upar dimaag ki.
usaki, Jo banaata hai
Hindu aur Musalaan.
Koi shareer pe nahin likhata.
Bas, baaton ko jehan mein Ghused dete hain.
Andar, Kahin gehre.
Woh daba baitha rehta hai
Kai baar anjaane hi.
Andar kone mein.
Phir,
Achaanak kisi din.
Woh uthata hai
Andar se deewaron pe
chot karta hai.
Baukhlaate hain sab.
Kuchh badal Jaate hain.
Aadmi se
Hindu aur musalmaan ban jaate hain.
Is virus ka kya ilaaz hai.
Iska hal.
Main bhagwaan se poochhoon ya khuda se?
Showing posts with label 1997. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1997. Show all posts
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Aasha
Udaas main hua.
Par Asha Maine chhodi nahin.
Mujhe tha vishwaas.
Phool phir khilenge
Hariyaali phir aayegi.
Tab, mere bhi din phirenge.
Par Asha Maine chhodi nahin.
Mujhe tha vishwaas.
Phool phir khilenge
Hariyaali phir aayegi.
Tab, mere bhi din phirenge.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Apna Aib
Apna aib humein kholana bhi chahiye.
Taki log humein dewata na samajhein
Aur agar tum mein aib nahin hai
To jo log tumhein phoolon ka haar denge
Woh hi Isah aur Gandhi ke samaan
Ya to sooli pe latka dengein
Ya tumhein goli maar denge.
Isah = Christ
Taki log humein dewata na samajhein
Aur agar tum mein aib nahin hai
To jo log tumhein phoolon ka haar denge
Woh hi Isah aur Gandhi ke samaan
Ya to sooli pe latka dengein
Ya tumhein goli maar denge.
Isah = Christ
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