Alan Kurdi

Remember remember 2nd of September

The refugee crisis and war…

I know of no reason

Why the refugee crisis

Should ever be forgot!!

Uncle and his companions

Did the scheme contrive,

To blow up the Middle Earth

All up alive.

Fields of oil, laid below,

To rationale old civilization’s overthrow.

But, by hell’s guidance, them they formed,

With black flags, decapitating souls!!

They raped their own

For Allah’s sake!!

If you won’t give me oil,

I’ll take from you,

It’s better for me,

And I will make it worse for you.

War, war, for pride’s sake,

A Barrel of Bombs to choke them,

Mediterranean Sea to drown,

And reigning fire from air to burn them.

Holloa, boys! Holloa, boys! Make the bells ring! (World Economies)

Holloa, boys! Holloa, boys! Death save us from this KING!

Hip, hip, hooor-r-ray!

 

PS: Alan Kurdi drowned a year ago in Mediterranean Sea and his death spoke to the world in a manner in which cries of million couldn’t.

Kaanch ke botal

Kyun karni hai ashiqui insaan se…

Bewafai ke chaddar mein lipat ke vo aata hai…

Tere mere usoolon pe befizul ke sawaal pooch jaata hai…

Ishq karna hai to use nashe se karo…

Jo khuch laal sa kaanch ke botal mein aata hai…

Aur zindagi ke saare gumon ke zawaab de jaata hai…

 

Insaan to us deemakh ke tarha hota hai…

Jo apna ghar mitti mein banake

Saamne ka sheesham kha jaati hai…

Nasha to vo rhenuma hai…

Jo gum aur khushi mein saath deta hai…

Zara gaur se dekho… vo insaan ka nai khuda ka bhi saath deta hai….

 

Apne tute dil ko leke hum darbadar bhatakte hain…

Koi armaano se khelta raha to koi jism se..

Jo jodne ke koshish ke mein hai… hum uska he dil tod ke aage nikalte hain…

Do pyaalon mein khuch nai hota 4 botalon mein khuch smajh aata hai…

Insaan to apni khwaishon mein simat ke rhe gaya hai.. yeah samajh aata hai…

Bas OM Darbadar hai.. yeha samajh aata hai…

 

Kyun karni hai ashiqui insaan se…

Bewafai ke chaddar mein lipat ke vo aata hai…

Ishq karna hai to use nashe se karo…

Jo khuch laal sa kaanch ke botal mein aata hai…

Dua…

Seeli se har dua yahan…

nam hai har aanchal yahan…

 

Bandookon ke kilkaariyon se goonjte hain aangan yahan..

Massomon ke laashon se to sajte hain churahe yahan…

Siyaast ke tarazu mein jhool rahe hain pandit aur musalmaan…

kya umeed karu insaan se wafa ke..

jab khud “khuda” bewafa ho gaya…

 

Seeli se har dua yahan…

nam hai har aanchal yahan…

 

“Chiraag” ke zidd mein “Roshni” ko bujhate hain…

Kaniyaah ke chah mein… yashoda ko jala dete hain…

“Sita” se bahu ke arzoo mein “Shikha” se beti ko hum kokh mein sulate hain…

kya umeed karu insaan se wafa ke..

jab khud “khuda” bewafa ho gaya…

 

Seeli se har dua yahan…

nam hai har aanchal yahan…