"Roz chalti ho apni gaaon
ki nalkuye ki orh, apni
sarh pe liye KALAS;
paani ke liye nahi, pyaasa
hoon main tumhari pyar ka, dekhne ke
liye tumhe, yeh aankhen jaati hain TARAS.
Yeh zaalim duniya ki logon ka kya,
kahete hee rahete hain, yahaan ke
log kahete ke hum ko KAMINA;
ek tarfa hee sahi, phir bhi tumhare liye
yeh mohabbat shikha rahi hain humko
sharafat ki zindagi JEENA.
Tumhre chota bhai, Chintu ke haathon
bheje teh hum ek chitthi aur
ek gulaab ke PHOOL;
ulta ek chitthi bhejh diye tumne ki, tumko
mere jaisa pagal nahi hain pasand,
nahi kiya mere pyar ko QABOOL.
Aab yeh hain mera doosra chitthi,
dhyaan se padh LENA;
pata nahi kab, kyon aur kaise, yeh
dil tumhare liye ho hee gaya DEEWANA.
Woh sarpanch ke
ladke se toh hum hain
bahut hee ACCHE;
maana ke, ek sanstha ke liye karte hain
hum wasooli, thoda gundagardi kar ke,
phir bhi dil ke hain hum ekdum SACCHE.
Tumhare baap hain
ekdum SHARAABI;
isiliye tum logon ke ghar
mein abhi bhi hain GARIBI.
Sarpanch aur uska
beta utha rahe hain
ish garibi ka
nazayaz FAAYEDA;
tumko bhaaga ke le jaane ke liye, hum
hain taiyaar, kisse shaadi karna chahti ho
tum, ek chitti likh ke bataao, aakhir tumhari
mann mein kya hain IRAADA."- Arindam Sain
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