zindgi ek randi-khana hai, vo kehti hai
apnay chootaD par dus centimeter ka zipper bund kartay hue
Diezel ki jeans pehnay hue
saDay hue andoN ki batboo se bachne k liye
kitnay kaam us ko karnay paDaay gaiN
kitni baar usay roshni ko theek se lagana hoga
ta k vo tum se door hokar saaf saans le sakay?
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Life Is A Brothel
Life is a brothel she says
Zipping ten centimetres up the crotch of her
Diesel jeans
How many jobs do you have to take to remove your nose
from the rotten-egg stench; how many chances do you have to give
the adjustable lighting
to sweep away for you the connections
to breath-gasps?
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