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Sunle Mere Daata
Mere Swami
Nange badan ujde tan
Bhukha pyasa phirta hun main mara mara
Meri pukar sunle mere daata mere swami
Mata pita ne paida kiya
Kintu na di hai do waqt ki roti
Kintu phir bhi nahi hai ismein gunah unka
Is jahan mein paida karke mujhko
Mata pita ne apna karjdaar bana dia hai mujhko
Sunle mere daata mere swami.....
Aa jao agar hotelo mein paoge mujhe wahan tum
Aa jao agar tum bade factorio mein wahan bhi paoge mujhko tum
Jahan tum na ja paate wahan bhi main hota hun
Kintu phir bhi jhoote kha kar jeeta hun..
Dusro ke liye kaapi kitab bhi banata main
Kintu swayam na pad paun usse
Haye yeh kaisi majburi
Ab tum hi batao mere daata
Ki main kya kuch nahi kar paata..
Dusro ke liye to acha bhojan bhi banata main
Khilata bhi bade pyar se
Pet bhar khate wo
Kintu phir bhi jhoote khakar hi jeeta main
Sunle mere daata mere swami.......
Duniya ke gandgi bhi saaf karta main
Sadak ho ya choraha sare jagoh ki gandgi
Dhoti yeh gandgi meri yeh peeth
Aisa kya gunah kiya jo tune mujhe apna karjdaar bana dia
Saare jahan ke dard ko main hi sehta
Kintu phir bhi kyun na mujhe do waqt di roti naseeb ho pati..
Sunle mere daata mere swami.....
Contributed By : Anchal Ojha writes poems, articles, short
stories, political articles & songs.
anchal.ojha@yahoo.com
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