Ye maarmik gaatha hai uss ladki ki jise har holiday par apne pyare furniture ki dusting karni padti hai. Pathakon se anurodh hai ki iss dukh bhari gaatha ko padhkar we royein nahi!
( This is the heart-wrenching story of the girl who has to dust the immense beloved furniture on holidays, no matter what. Readers are requested not to cry after reading this sad story!)
Phatke! Mere pyare phatke!
Tu meri nazron mein khatke
Mere har weekend ki har subah
Tujh par he aakar hai atke!
Sardi kadake ki ho ya garmi sakht
Ya chahe ho pareeksha ka waqt
Mere hath mein phir bhi latke
Tu hamesha, o mere pyare phatke!
Ek pyari lazy holiday ki subah ka maza
Tujhe dekhte he khaye jhatke
Aur itne sare bhari bharkam furniture se
Mere gale ne kai sookhe ghoont hain gatke!
Sahastra saalon (years) ka sisila ye
Ki maine aur kuch na seekha siwa tere, phatke!
Perfect-Woman-Crash-Course mein hum kaise badhein aage
jab hum tum sada saath he satkein!
Par tu toh sala mast maula hai
Kamine tujhe kya fark padta hai
Mere dard...meri taqleef ko dekhkar
Tu harami BC khushi se matke!
Lekin aisa bhi aega ek din
Jab tere kardungi main tukde!
Aur sojaungi rajai taankar
Chahe furniture bane kachde ke dabbe!
Until later, Cuidate!
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