Mr. Bechara

Bachpan me khela khaya

Matric kar B.A me aaya

Galat disha mein bhatak gya

Kavita krna shikh gya,

Mittr sare puchte the

Itne sunder dikhte ho kavita kaise krte ho,

M bola,

Dard pet me hota h, Bhitar koi rota h,

Kavivar kavita krta h,

Ek din aisa seen hua mousam bda haseen hua,

Kanya ek mere pas aayi

Thoda sharmayi thoda sakuchayi

fir boli: -

Itne sunder dikhte ho kavita kaise krte ho,

M bola: - hey chandarmukhi m jivan me bda dukhi

Tum coolege me aati ho peeda mujhe de jati ho

Nain tumhare mrignaini barche se b h paine,

Hanskar wo chali gyi, ramkunj ki gali gyi,

Hay mishri ki dali gyi,

Fir aisa tufan chala, B.A ka imtihan chala,

Fail ho gyi chandarmukhi, sang safalta hui sati,

Hay ye kaisa satyanas hua m B.A me pas hua

Wo M. A me aa na ski hay mujhko pa na ski,

M bola hey Pita maf kro meri khata,

Gyan yahan ka racha nhi Bharat mujh ko jancha nhi,

Paris ki wo aabo hawa krti h kuch jadu sa,

Gadhe yahan se jate hain ghode bankar aate h,

Sab tattu khachar jate h sab afsar bankar aate hain,

Pita bole – he beta tu nikla sapreta,

Tu bda nalayk h tu kya paris k layak h

Ab ghar mein baitha pista hu

Sukha chandan ghista hu

Jangal me kho jaunga sanyasi ho jaunga,

Nadiyon ka jal pi lunga patte khakar ji lunga

Bhad me jaye nokariyan kuyen me pde chokariyan

Nhi kisi se kuch lena nhi kisi ko kuch dena………….