Happiness Happy Seller Was He,
Used To Roam From Street To Street,
Selling Happiness At Throwaway Price,
In Hours Sold His Wares; Made Retreat.

I Asked Price Of A Piece Of Happiness,
He Said, "I Never Demand Any Price,
Whatever Anyone Gives I Accept
Whole-heartedly Without Thinking Twice.

I Was Surprised; Asked Him Again.
"How Do You Meet Your Basic Needs?"
He Said, "As I Sell Happiness To Anyone,
His ****** Glow Gives Me That I Need.

The Teacher Was Moving Around,
Saw The Child Drawing A Sketch,
She Came Nearer To The Child,
Saw Her Laboring At A Stretch.

The Teacher Said,
“What Are You Drawing Dear Mine,”
The Child Said With A Smile,
“I Am Making The Divine.”

The Teacher Reminded The Child,
“No One Knows What God Looks Like,”
The Child Quipped Smilingly,
“Just Wait And See what God Looks Like.”

O Rose!
Why Are You So Egoistic?
More Charming Is My Beloved,
Her Lips Are Redder
Than Your Petals,
Her Heart Is Softer
Than Your Kernel,

She Gyrates On Her
Nimble Feet In The Air,
Which You Cannot Do
Without Feet Be Aware,
If You Ever See Her
You Will Blush On Your Pride,
She Is Such A Fine,
Gentle And Lovely Bride.

Life

Those Who Fear Death,
They Too After All Die,
Those Never Fear Death,
They Too After All Die,


But Great Difference Is
In The Death Of Both,
One Dies Like A Jackal,
Other Dies Like A Moth.

ON WOMEN'S DAY
After Making Universe
God Was More Nervous,
How To Create The World
Was His Problem Arduous.
After Giving Great Thought
He Came Up With A Creation,
Made The Prettiest Soul
That's Now Called Woman.
Further Creation Made Him
More Perplexed And Worried,
He Can't Be Everywhere To
Take Care Of His New Breed.
He Again Chose The Same
Prettiest Self-Made Creature,
And Gave This Responsibility
Suitable To Her Inborn Nature.
#Kshazan

O Rose! Why Are You So Egoistic?
More Charming Is Face Of My Beloved,
Her Lips Are Redder Than Your Petals,
Her Heart Is Softer Than Your Kernel,

She Gyrates On Her Two Nimble Feet In The Air,
Which You Cannot Do Without Feet Be Aware,
If You See Her You Will Blush On Your Pride,
She Is Such A Fine, Gentle And Lovely Bride.

Fight Between Rulers And People
For Latter’s Democratic Rights,
Is Just Like A Tiny Lamp Who
Faces A Storm To Safeguard Its Light.

And Fight Goes On And On
To Become The First World War,.
Few Objectives Achieved
Rest Are Left For Second World War.

Who Cares For The Poor?
So The Struggle Goes On,
May Be Waiting For The Third
To Stop The Unjust System Go On.