I introduced a thread for our beloved jasmin Sandhu. The favourite child of makers.
A poem from my side.
Kehtey hain kutey ki dhoom kabhi seedhi nehin hoti.
Moga ki param sunderi hai vo aek number ki khoti.
Pedhai likhai sab chodhdi aur muft ki khati hain roti .
Chikh mar mar key gela phad phad key hain bolti.
Uski awaz sunker ruh hain kanp uthti
Kano ki drum zor zor sey bejti
O marjaniye chup ho ja phappay kutni
Tere drame sey hum mar na jaye bhootni.
Pehle thi rekhail.
Ab ben geyi chudail.
Virks ka ho geya brek fail
Just like dying under the rail.
Mujra dance iska dekhe behosh ho jai vo
Dil ka dora pedjaye hai hai kare jo
O behen bakhsdey trp aunties ko
Bechariyon ki jaan kyun aafat mey dal rehi ho
Kaise legi meri shairi???
Kuch add karna hain toh u are most welcome.