| | Posted on Mon Oct 15, 2007 03:08:23 | |
| | Tum kehte the ki tum sirf Catullus ko jaane te the,
Lesbia, tum kehete thi ki Jupiiter ko bhi nahin chahte thi mere se upaar,
Us waqt pe main tumse itna pyar karta that, aam aadmin sei jyada bhi jo apne sahelion ko pyaar karte the,
Laikin jaise, jaise eik baap apne beite or damaad ko pyaar daita tha,
Aab, leikin, main tumke jaan ta hoon: main jaloon ya na jaloon,
tum bewakoof aur ghatic cheeiz ho, aur waqt ke badlane sai, tumhara astitva aur bhi neechen jaa raha hai,
Tum pooch te ho ki yain kaise ho sakta hain,
Kyun ki is taara ka dard aisa dard hai,
Ki eik premi to aur bhi prem karwaata hai, leikin, apne saheli ka kum aur kum shukraida karta hain. | |
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