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Godhra
Jaala do woh ghar saare jaha hindu musalmaan rahe..
Phir banayenge aisa ghar jaha inshaan rahe..

Yeh tamasha roz na nazroon ke darmiyaan rahe..
ke rooh kaap utte dil pareshaan rahe..

Itne gunha karne par bhi jannat ka armaan rahe..
Kudha baksh de hum sabko bada ehshaan rahe..

Kudhawalo har haal mein kayaam imaan rahe..
Waqt aacha bhi aayega itminaan rahe...

haiwaniyat ki hadd
wah bhai wah! kya samaaj hai!
25 toh kya, 5 ko bhi na chhoda!
haiwaniyat ki hadd toh dekho!
behan toh kya, beti ko bhi na chhoda!

samaaj humara hai! sawal hi nahi ki chup rahe!
kitni gaaliya dun inko!apshabd bhi kam pad rahe!
sharm ka gehna pehnana hoga, inn "khas" darindo ko!
arrey! nikal feko in gandi naali ke keedo ko!!

kyun hai ye shaan se jee rae!! sazaa do!
kanoon galat hai!.. toh badal do!
arrey buddhe ho chuke ho toh gaddi chhodo!
kuchh badlaaw lao, warna chalte bano!!

masoom si kali ki galti kya thi!
ladki dikhi nahi ki aukaat dikha di!!
wah bhai wah! kya samaaj hai!
haiwaniyat ki hadd toh dekho!
25 toh kya, 5 ko bhi na chhoda!
-mani
WAS IT MY FAULT
I was born as
a girl 
Was
it my fault ? 
I
was born to unfurl                                                              
The
future assault                     

  

I grew up like
you 
I wanted to be
secure 
God only knew 
If the society
had the cure.

  

The day the
men groped and felt my body 
I was dead and
silent 
I could not
tell it to anybody 
My heart had
stopped and I wept.

  

The agony, the
pain 
The angst that
grew 
Nobody could
feel the flow in the vein 
Nobody knew
the hatred that brew.

  

I am a woman,
a one of its kind 
I am the
future 
Bear that in
mind 
For I give
birth and nurture.

  

Yet the
callous men show their strength 
Feeling like a
hero after their act 
Caring to
hoots the laws length 
Remember you
too are a part and that’s a fact.

  

When will this
barbarism stop 
When will
people realize the price 
When will the
politicians rise to the top 
When will the
men really become nice.

  

Remember you
were born to a woman 
You married or
fell in love with one too 
A girl child
at home waiting for the man 
A man who is
regarded and not to boo.

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