Brown Penny I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. 'Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair.' Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon.
Sir - Kaunsa Panchi sabse Tez udta hai?
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Papu - Hathi
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Sir - Nalayk,Tera Baap kya karta hai..?
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Papu - Chota Rajan ke Gang me shooter
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Sir - Shabashhhh....
"Hathi"sahi jawab ha
It is He who gave to this intellectual nature free-will of such a kind, that if he wishes to forsake God his blessedness, misery should forthwith result.
Vusa’t-e-chashm ko andoh-e-basarat likha
main ne ik vasl ko ik hijr ke halat likha
main ne likkha ke safa-e-dil kabhi khali na ho
aur kabhi khali ho bhi to malamat likha
main ne paravaz likhi hadd-e-falaq se aage
aur be-bal-o-pari ko bhi nihayat likha
main ne dastak ko likha kash-ma-kash-e-be-khabari
jumbish-e-parda ko aane ke ijazat likha
main ne khushbu ko likha dastaras-e-gum-shudagi
rang ko fasala rakhane ke riyayat likha
zakhm likhane ke liye main ne likhi hai gafalat
khoon likhana tha magar main ne hararat likha
husn-e-goai ko likhana tha likhi saragoshi
shor likhana tha so aazar-e-sama’at likha
main ne tabir ko taharir mein aane na diya
khwab likhate hue mohataj-e-basharat likha
koi aasan rafaqat nahi likhi main ne
qarb ko jab bhi likha jazb-e-raqabat likha
itane daon se guzar kar ye khayal aata hai
‘azm’ kya tum ne kabhi harf-e-nadamat likha
Mere khwabon me wo teer chalakar chali gayi,
main soya tha wo jagakar chali gayi,
Maine pucha CHAAND nikalta hai kaise,
to chehre se zulfen hata kar chali gayi.
Teri Ankhon Ke Nashe Mai
Doob Jau, Teri Julfooo Ki
Chao Mai Khud Ko Bhul Jau,
Teri Hoothon Ki Hasi Ko Pee
Loo Sanaam, Aa Kareeb Mere Teri
Bhaahon Mai Khud Ko Bhul Jau.
Koi Mila Hi Nahi Jis Ko Wafa Dete
Har Ik Ne Dokha Diya Kis Kis Ko Saza Dete
Ye Hamara Zarf Tha Ke Khamosh Rahe Warna
Daastan Sunatey To Mehfil Ko Rula Dete
Ek Sharabi Bar Se Daaru Pee Kar Bahar Nikla To Use Ek Pandit Mila.
Sharabi Ne Pandit Se Puchha:“Tum Kaun Ho?
Pandit Bola: “Mein Sadhu Hun, Bhagwan Ki Pooja Karta Hun.
Sharabi Haste Hue Bola: “Arey To Main Hi Bhagwan Hun”
Pandit Hairan Hua Aur Bola: “Achha, To Sabit Karke Dikha”
Sharabi Use Apne Sath Bar Mein Le Gaya.
Jaise Hi Dono Andar Guse,Sharabi Ko Dekh Kar Bartender Bola
Bartender: “Hey Bhagwan,Tum Fir Aa Gaye.
Sharabi Muskurate Hue Pandit Se Bola: “Dekhaa?
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