nashe nashe me gajab ho
gaya..
netaji ki udd gayi
khilli..
jaam samjh ke gata gat usne..
jaam samjh ke gata gat usne..
jab sachai ki ghunti
peeli..
bole...
bole...
khaya hoga tumne sab
kuch..
humne khaya hai naya
achaar..
tej masala gazab swaad hai..
tej masala gazab swaad hai..
naam hai uska
bhrashtachaar..
sona chandi loot liya sab,
sona chandi loot liya sab,
nayi kharidi humne car..
thaath hain apni rajshaahi,
thaath hain apni rajshaahi,
janta ghoome bhale
laachaar..
kitta bhi hum kharch karein par,
kitta bhi hum kharch karein par,
bhara pada hai maal
apaar..
do roti ko janta tarse,
do roti ko janta tarse,
bhookhe naino se chale
angaar..
bada bhayanak rog hai baba,
bada bhayanak rog hai baba,
nahi koi iska upchaar....
kuch bhi neta ko na bhye,
kuch bhi neta ko na bhye,
jab se chakha hai
bhrast-achaar..
har neta jo pee le ghunti,
har neta jo pee le ghunti,
fir dekho tum hahakaar..
tez masale se jab jalegi neta ki,
tez masale se jab jalegi neta ki,
chhoot jyega bhrashta
chaar..
chhoot jyega bhrashta chaar..- Vivek Tiwari (Visit him)
Categories:
Hindi Poetry
Nice satire on corruption.
thanks @ deepak kripal @ sunil arya
Lekin kab chootega bhrashtachaar,
Yeh mera India,hai beemar.
@ indu ....sahi baat hai ..akhir kab.. ?