I am a Prostitute, Sir!!

When my door is been knocked
Food cooks over my prestige's stove
For you its business's dirty food
But in night my daughter doesn't sleep empty stomach
I am a Prostitute, Sir!
Food is overpriced than my pride!

Every morning my body broke up with pain
His hand through my breast squeezes my heart
For you its necessary pain
But in morning my daughter goes to school
I am a Prostitute, Sir!
Today's pain is bearable against her future!

Everyday i put darkness on my face

Dreams dress up on bed in the face of money

For you they are pieces of my soul

But my daughter fills colour in her book with it

I am a Prostitute, Sir!

Her happiness is expensive than my body!

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It's Just not a Pen

कलम मेरा ईमान, कलम ही मेरी पहचान है। क्योंकि, जब मैं था अकेला तन्हा और भटका हुआ, इसने मुझे आवाज़ दी, जब मैं था बिछड़ा सहमा और हारा हुआ, इसने ही मुझे सँभाला। कलम मेरा भगवान, कलम ही मेरी पूजा है। क्योंकि, जब मैं घिरा अंधकार और छल कपट से, इसने मुझे उजाला दिया, जब मैं उलझा सांसारिक मोह माया में, इसने ही मुझे रास्ता दिया। कलम मेरा गुरु, कलम ही मेरी साधना है। क्योंकि, जब चला मैं दिशाहीन अनजान रास्तों पर, इसने मुझे मकसद दिया, जब बुराईयों ने मन में घेरा दिया, इसने ही मुझे लड़ने को एक हथियार दिया।

She Loves Me

There is someone crazy who loves me Being angry at the whole world trusts only me. No need is there for love of the whole world Only she loves me that much. There is someone crazy who loves me a lot. When i get offended she cries When i show the love she smiles She expects nothing from me Without any wish of return She showers her love for me. Words get alive on the paper When she becomes makeup of my pen There is someone crazy who loves me a lot. Love glances in her fights Oneness glances in her stubbornness When she yells at me in her anger Then too my heart feels safe. That beauty becomes even more memorable When she grizzles while hugging me There is someone crazy who loves me a lot. She doesn't know makeup and decoration She doesn't know how to show her happiness Whatever i say, is true to her I am wrong, she doesn't believe that She drowns even more in heart's depths When she hugs me and accept my decision Th...

Her Knight came on Shield.

She waited for her knight Long-time has passed Even the light of lamp diminished Her hope is lost. She is waiting to shut her eyes But a glimpse of love had kept her awake The world has disowned her And her voice is fading. She screams in her dreams Sound of coming feet wakes her Her world is shattered And her heart has lost its blood. Her knight went for a quest Defending her country’s honour She now rests peacefully with her son For her knight came on a shield.

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