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A gandu poem

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Choose a right company,
of good people, of nice people.
Complete your education;
in a good way, in a right way.
learn, not what you like, learn, what others like.

Find a girl and talk shit to her,
at a CCD, or a barista.
Chod her in some khopcha
in a quick way, in a hurried way.
Marry, some other slut
Not the one u like. But what others like

keep maraing your gand,
at the job, and at your home
A man’s gand is never free.
keep uchking all the time,
if not boss ka ghitta, then wife ka lauda
Run away?
Do not; what you like, do what others like.

Have kids for a change
Fill the forms, and watch them grow
Worrying for them late into the sleepless night
Of son’s bad company, and of beti ki chudai
U may want to beat the shit out of them
but, do what they like and not what you like

Atlast at the end of it all
Plagued with budhapa and bimari
All alone with nobody to look after
Take a rope and end the story
After all, thats what everyone would have liked.

P.S. keeping the tradition of diversity in content i had to write a poem,

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Written by maya

August 30, 2010 at 12:52 pm

Posted in experiments

16 Responses

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  1. You write – sab nanga kar deta ho…:) (LIKE)

    Triloki

    August 30, 2010 at 3:12 pm

  2. @triloki.. glad u liked,

    Uncommon Sense

    August 30, 2010 at 5:09 pm

  3. baap re….what a dhansu….sarcastic poem…

    rohini

    August 30, 2010 at 5:19 pm

  4. LOL! Hilarious that poem is! Very philosophical too. Nice work. 😀 😀

    Darshan Chande

    August 30, 2010 at 8:46 pm

  5. lol

    abhishek

    August 31, 2010 at 12:33 am

  6. 95 followers!

    abhishek

    August 31, 2010 at 12:34 am

  7. its exactly what u described it as in the title !

    vicious

    August 31, 2010 at 12:40 am

  8. Maya, what is ghitta?[if not boss ka ghitta]I like the poem, very true :|N

    Nothingman

    August 31, 2010 at 2:10 am

  9. Partner!That is one hell of poem. The reality. The un perfumed shit. I somehow understood the meaning.But partner. We're men. God's given us dicks. Dicks that stand high, signifying our strength and courage to face life.Keep kicking ass.FH

    Fuck Head

    August 31, 2010 at 2:22 am

  10. @darsh, @rohini, @fuckhead.. glad to know u liked@abhi 95 is a not much, i need much bigger following@nothing ghittas are balls@vici.. the format and structure is actually inspired by ur writing style..

    Uncommon Sense

    August 31, 2010 at 10:50 am

  11. lol … thats funny .. hmm the scattered rhythm 😛

    vicious

    August 31, 2010 at 2:03 pm

  12. man u r back wid bang.. was waiting for such brutal post

    Ankesh at Talk

    September 1, 2010 at 11:19 am

  13. aila ye to poem kabaap hai 😛

    cKrAzYy..! ;)

    September 1, 2010 at 12:34 pm

  14. different form of poemwith lot of reality

    sm

    September 2, 2010 at 6:03 am

  15. machow ye gadar hai gadar 😉

    Nishit

    September 15, 2010 at 6:14 am

  16. I've never read one such like this… reality in crude form..rather pure form 🙂

    Unknown!!!

    September 22, 2010 at 7:54 pm


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