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Saaza-e-maut...a poem

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Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye… Yhi saaza milni chahiye thi, jo har roz marte rhe zindgi ke liye… Maut se bdi aur kya saaza hogi zindgi ke liye… Bin pucche, bin khe, bin jeeye jeete rhe marrne ke  liye… Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye… Ye khel tera shi hai khuda re… Jo apne bnnata rha, ishq krata rha, sab ek din chord jaane ke liye… Hassa ke rula ta hai, fir bi ummeed dikhata hai… Aur kya kasar rhe gyi humme barbaad krne ke  liye…. Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye… Beweja, bekhabar chalet rhe, geerke na jaane kyu sambhalte rhe… mazil bta dete to dund lete hum raaste... ye parinde bina ghar ke na jane kha kha batakte rhe… ab to rheem kr o rabba, saaza-e-maut dede humme, har khusi k liye… Do gaaz zameen kafi hogi, hamara insaaf karne ke liye…

Three Friends

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Three friends were travelling on NH1. In last 3 hour, more than 100 km they had covered. To understand the story you should understand their age first. Their age in India is the age when people decide to be criminal or to be a saint or to be nothing. They are neither college boys nor working men. They are in the age when boys turn into men. They passed out college 1 or 2 years ago, now they were waiting for some company to open its door for them. Ok, let me introduce you to these three below average boys/men from India. I am mentioning ‘India’ because this country has something to do with the way they are now! The guy who was driving the car is Monu. He is unluckiest out of three. He always wanted to be an athlete and also very good at it till class 10 th . But then the thing happened which happened with most of the students in India. His parents drag him into studies. Not only drag him into studies, they even forced him to get above 90 percent. In that race, he lost his