1 chor police se chupta hua
1 Chor, Police Se Chupta Hua 1 Tuti Qabr Me Lait
Gya.
Qareeb Se Kuch Pathan Guzray
To Unho Ne Socha Ke Shayed Log Mayat Par Matti
Dalna Bhool Gaye. Fatta Fatt Matti Dalna Shuru
Kar Di
Chor Bola: “Bachao Bachao”
Pathan: “Oh Khocha Jaldi Jaldi Matti Daalo Is Par
To Azaab Shuru Ho Gaya Ha..
by Tanveer Hussain (few years ago!) / 738 views
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