Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Bakra


The lies that you tell
The magic of ulta-pulta
Has brought us here
Where we are.


Learning the ropes
To evade responsibilities
To whine perpetually
For what you get.


May be you deserve
Far more than this;
But you need a bakra
To hang your sins on.


The questions to trap
Shows your real self.

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