the seasons are real.. the people are.. alright some righteous people are.. else being biased is the name of game,
these days.. i dont know why??? any way.. its all within.. may be some have and some have not.. they retain the same,
attitude as that of years.. let go all these things... no point in arguing over matters that none can decide,
reason in some being biased is being fair.. let them.. but life is for doing much better things say remain beside,
someone who one cherish.. can be family or is certainly.. friends of course.. yeah a treat to rinse the simple laughter,
may be from me.. may be from some other real and true.. and why not.. life is not running after,
some unreach able.. who is much like a mirage.. seen but actually not.. any way.. once upon the time,
there was a unique person who had the horse to ride but preferred an ox.. to ride in each clime,
oops an ox instead of an horse.. interesting revelation..and more interesting fact came before each and every one,
when that unique said that he always make the mere move.. how when and where.. not known.. know he had a gun,
that vintage 303 double barrel.. anyway.. with that gun tht had no bullets.. he always kept yelling at the ox,
abay mujhey upar aanay dey.. dekh yeh bundook meri.. with these antics.. he occupied his place and began to coax,
an ox..
o o o .. a horse on back of ox.. i just wanted to ask.. why on back of some one when you say you are horse,
chup said the climber..meray pass gun hai yeh.. uda doonga.. uda doonga.. always were the coax,
aiyo.. i said.. tried running scare.. but some how asked.. why ox when you had one gallant horse to ride,
tu chup reh oye admi.. yahan sirf aur sirf meri chalti hai.. dont like.. then see i have the gun that has pride,
of consuming all those who do not like my ways.. you know jab jaani koi latifa sunaye to kya karna chahiye,
hansa chahiye.. i said.. toh hanso.. said hee.. and since then when ever he raises the gun.. i let loose my pahiye,
of simple laughter.. but keeping in mind his words.. i am an horse and i ride over an ox,
the reason to laugh a loud in silent mode.. gun yaar.. that he always used to show off an empty hoax....
laughing....laughing.. laughing...
these days.. i dont know why??? any way.. its all within.. may be some have and some have not.. they retain the same,
attitude as that of years.. let go all these things... no point in arguing over matters that none can decide,
reason in some being biased is being fair.. let them.. but life is for doing much better things say remain beside,
someone who one cherish.. can be family or is certainly.. friends of course.. yeah a treat to rinse the simple laughter,
may be from me.. may be from some other real and true.. and why not.. life is not running after,
some unreach able.. who is much like a mirage.. seen but actually not.. any way.. once upon the time,
there was a unique person who had the horse to ride but preferred an ox.. to ride in each clime,
oops an ox instead of an horse.. interesting revelation..and more interesting fact came before each and every one,
when that unique said that he always make the mere move.. how when and where.. not known.. know he had a gun,
that vintage 303 double barrel.. anyway.. with that gun tht had no bullets.. he always kept yelling at the ox,
abay mujhey upar aanay dey.. dekh yeh bundook meri.. with these antics.. he occupied his place and began to coax,
an ox..
o o o .. a horse on back of ox.. i just wanted to ask.. why on back of some one when you say you are horse,
chup said the climber..meray pass gun hai yeh.. uda doonga.. uda doonga.. always were the coax,
aiyo.. i said.. tried running scare.. but some how asked.. why ox when you had one gallant horse to ride,
tu chup reh oye admi.. yahan sirf aur sirf meri chalti hai.. dont like.. then see i have the gun that has pride,
of consuming all those who do not like my ways.. you know jab jaani koi latifa sunaye to kya karna chahiye,
hansa chahiye.. i said.. toh hanso.. said hee.. and since then when ever he raises the gun.. i let loose my pahiye,
of simple laughter.. but keeping in mind his words.. i am an horse and i ride over an ox,
the reason to laugh a loud in silent mode.. gun yaar.. that he always used to show off an empty hoax....
laughing....laughing.. laughing...
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