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"ladte" poems
Maine paise ke liye insaan ko badalte dekha hai, Maine paise ke liye insaan ko tadapate dekha hai, Ye bhagwan to nahi par, Iske liye insaan ko marte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko kadi dhup me jalte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko thand me tadapte dekha hai, Ye grihdata to nahi par, Iske liye kitno ke Ghar ujarte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye riste badalte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye kisi ko naak ragarte dekha hai, Ye koi aahar to nahi par, Iske bina kaiyo ko bin bhojan ke sote dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye insaan ko nazaro se girte dekha hai, Maine Paise ke liye insaan ko aag par chalte dekha hai, Ye koi Ann to nahi par, Iske bina insaan to bhukh se marte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye aurat ke kapade utarte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye Ghar me bahu ko jalte dekha hai, Ye koi vastra to nahi par, Iske bina kaiyo ko bin kapade yu tahalte dekha hai, Maine paiso ke liye Bhai Bhai ko ladte dekha hai, Maine paise ke liye ladki ko sadak par thirkate dekha hai, Ye koi bhagya to nahi par, Esse kaiyo ke bhaag badlate dekha hai, Bhag badlate dekha hai.....
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
PAISA
Ek chand gumsum sa hai Door desh rehta  hai. Jab b puch lo kyu udas hai Koi baat nahi kehta hai Kya kho gya hai uska jo door desh me dhoondta hai Sans is zami me hai To vha ku ghumta hai. Muje fark yun padta hai Ku Maine is chand ko haste hasate dekha hai. Ladte jhagadte roothte manate dekha hai. Us chand Ka taqiya b uski ankho ki nami mehsus karta hai. Bhai jan to hai par aapi ammi ki kami mehsus karta hai. Vo vha aasman ki talash me gya hai Apne sapno k jahan ki talash me gya hai. Ab use is shehar ki chamak b raas ni aati Kabhi bethkar sochta hai k is shehar kash na aati. Maa ki panv ki jameen ko jannat hai janta hai. Jo samne se jhagdta tha phone pe ammi Ka Sab kha manta hai. Us chand Ka dil b toota hai kisi se keh ni paya Sab kuch saha Akele Bas Roye bina reh na paya Ab Dard kam hai Bas kasak baki hai Khalish baqi  hai jakhm pe thoda namak Baqi hai. Or Hume intezar hai k vo chand Jane ab Kab hasega Kab utha k tasveer zindagi ki usme rang bharega Chudi bindi mehndi libaz Sab shaunk thode kam ** gye hai Ye Sab dekh k hairan hum ** gye hai ** skta hai ye likha b use na pasand aye ** skta hai nazarandaz kare ya nazarband kar jaye Hume yakin hai vo Khud k  Masle hal kar legi Sabr or dua dono mile h use aj ni to kal kar legi Dhal jayega jald vo saya jo chand pe aj betha hai. Ek chand gumsum sa hai Door desh rehta  hai. Ek chand gumsum sa hai Door desh rehta  hai.
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Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 9:16 AM UTC
Ek chand
Aaj koi Anjaana jankaar ** gaya Koi paraya apna ** gaya . Bade dino baad aaj apne pan ka ehsaas hua hai Shayad uske liye nahi, par mere liye kuchh khaas hua hai. Iss zamaane se ladte ladte main logon par se bharosa kho chuka hoon, Par na jaane kyun, tujh par aitbaar karne laga hoon. Yeh sahi hai ya galat yeh main nahi jaanta Main bass itna jaanta hoon ki khud ko tere hawale kar chuka hoon.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 3:58 AM UTC
Stranger
Kafi arsha beet Gaye Na Jane ab woh kaise hoge Wakt ki sari kadvi baate Chup-chup k sahete hoge Ab bhi bhege barish Mai Bin chatree k chalte hoge Mujhse bichad k kafi wakt ** Gaye Na Jane ab woh kisise ladte hoge Kafi arsha beet Gaye Na Jane ab woh kaise hoge Na Jane ab woh kaise hoge Park k bench Mai baith k Woh bate kaise hoge Tuition k classes Mai Woh mulakate kaise hoge Kafi arsha beet Gaye Ba Jane ab woh kaise hoge ©akashgupta2310
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Miss u my love
saa sker det. kan det her vaere det sidste skub? 4 maend skabte frygt i millioner. med twistet idelogier og skarp ladte vaaben. og her sidder jeg. ser paa fnuggende der roligt danser med vinden. hold kaeft hvor er jeg ligegyldig. er jeg er tvunget til at leve i det her? tvunget til at deltage? krigen er vel uundgaaelig. man siger pennen er staerkere end svaerdet, men hvad nu hvis man skriver med blod? et billed siger mere end 1000 ord. dette er blot malet med gevaerere. **** os! se os! FOEL OS! FORVENT OS! lad dem puste og proste, igen og igen. haabe de roede mursten holder.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
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