Aaj ke NEWS paper me
khabar aayee hai,
Ek bichare innocent chor ne
Faansi lagayee hai.
Wo apne Job se
Ho
DinDahade chori ka
Prayaas hua nakaam.
Vaakkya kuch aesa hua shrimaan
Wo chori ke erade se
Wo kadi mehnat ka pujaari, jiske liye chodi duniya dari,
Wahaan uski mehnat huyee nakaam.
Tala toda, andar
Apne kartavya se peeche na hata.
Success ki aas mein,
Rupye paisoon ki piyaas mein.
Mehenat usne khoob ki,
par kismat uske saath na thi.
Kuch bhi usko mil na paya,
Ulte Pawn wo ghar ko aaya.
Ye dukh wo sahan nahi kar paya,
Faansi par khudko chadaya....
Agar aap aange aaye,
Maanavta aapni dikhlaye.
Aesi aatma-hattaya aage,
Hone na payen.
Ghar jab bhi khali, chhod ke jayen.
Cash, jewelry rakh kar jayen,
Jab bhi koi ghar mein aaye
Khali haanth na wo jane paye...
Maanavta hai kartavya hamara
Cash, jewelry hai moh maya.....
Janhit mein jari….
