daal mein jo kaala hai ji
wo garam masaala hai ji
aik pal ki kiso ko khabar nahein
magar mansoobaa sau sala hai ji
sach ki aakhir jeet hoti hai
jhoot ka moo kaala hai ji
usay rihwat khaane ka haq hai
wo ministetr sahib ka saala hai ji
asteen ke saanpoon ko kuch na kehna
inein bada mushkil se paala hai ji
hum aap ka kya chraate thay
jo asghar ko dil se nikaala hai ji
Dil Jalakar Mera Muskuraate Hain Wo..
Apni Aadat Se Kab Baaz Aate Hain Wo..
Puch Lete Hain Har Raaz Mujhse Mera..
Apni Har Baat Mujhse Chupaate Hain Wo..!
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Someone once described “Christian Secularism” as the assumption that there is nothing at all to life except a pilgrimage between the maternity ward and the crematorium, and that it is within that span that Christian concern must be exercised because that is all there is.
And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
Sparta must be regarded as the first völkisch state. The exposure of the sick, weak, deformed children, in short, their destruction, was more decent and in truth a thousand times more human than the wretched insanity of our day which preserves the most pathological subject.