Muskurahat

Suar, kutta, jhaant, lund, choot, kaak, sandaas, tatti, tatte, tatto ki sugandh, kaan ka mel, randi ki choot, bhadwwe ka lund, chipkali ka goo, sidi, chodu, gandu, harami, chinaal, bhenchod, loda, bhen ka loda, choot ka deena, gadhe ka lund, gaand ka andha, suar se moh ka, lundfakeer, chodumal, gadhe ka goo, macchar ki jhaant…

ityaadi

Aagr appko lag raha hai ki aise abshabd ka prayog zalalat hai,

Toh dost aap hindustan mai nahin rehte,

Aap hawaa mai rehte hain

Aap uss hawa mai rehte hai jahan adidas ke jootoo’n ki,

H&M ke kapdo ki

Pizza ki, pasta ki, videshi sharaabon ki baate hoti hai.

Kuch log, media waale log, yehi log, besharam, baigairat, behaya log,

Inn logo ko cream khate hai. Yaani malai.

Malai ke naam pe saste guthke ki thook,

Jisme mila ho kharjharaash wala balgam hai ye,

Sookha hua pasina hai ye,

Jo na toh thandak deta aur na araam,

Sirf badboo failata hai,

Iss videshi badboo jisse poora desh barbaad ho raha hai.

Poora desh jo screen mai dooba,

Gaand matkata,

Dandd pelta,

Gaane gaa raha aur naach raha hai,

Aisa desh jiski numaayish lag chuki hai arso phele,

Jo kaudiyo ke bhaav bik chuka hai,

kabhi iss gore kabhi uss gore ka bistar garam kar chuka hai.

Jiska dar badar harr 5 saal balatkaar hue chale ja raha hai

Jo thak gaya hai,

Dance india dance mai naach naach kar,

Indian idol mai gaand se ga ga kar,

Kacheri ke chakkar lagakar,

Line mai khade hokar,

Iske desh ke naujawan,

Jo doobe hai anukri ke nashe mai,

Bematlab kaagzi paiso mai,

Hawas ke nashe mai,

Aur faltu aatam jhaatam khaane mai.

Mera hai sirf itna swaal,

Inti jhaant zindagi ke baad,

Kaise nahin tumhaari aankh mai kraanti,

Aur hai hotho pe ye lodu jaise muskhurahat.