For my poor Angel

You had almost proved

             That you’ve some exceptional guts

I tend to believe

             That your mouth never shuts

But why do you get

             Involved in a panga

I try damn hard

             To resist any danga

Anyway…

For cutting me down

             You choose that hathiyaar

Which I only use

             To spread love and pyar

You gave me a poem

             And what did you expect?

But on your buddhi and dimaag

             I really doubt and suspect

You come like an ajnabee

             With a khoon bhari maang

Your guts ka kya kehna

             But I think you take a bhang

Quarrels don’t suit you yaar

             B’coz angels don’t use hathiyaar

So stop using your meethi chhuriyaans

             And try to spread a little pyar

When you take a panga with me

             Meethi chhuri’s dhaar becomes kharaab

And whenever I talk with any other girl

             You become jal bhun ke kawaab

I understand you become very jealous

             But you try to hide your emotions

And when I wrote poems on Shiksha

             You came out with such typical reactions

Chalo koi baat nahi

             I can understand your situation

Girls usually react in that way

             When their boy-friends have different relations

At last but not the least

             I would like to tell you one thing

I don’t go for haseeno ka mela

             Haseenas fall on this smart young thing

And regarding your statement

             Kash koi ladki mujhe pyar karti

When you’ll se my fiancée

             You’ll realize

             Why puri duniya uspe hai marti

She is prettier than the prettiest

             And an ultimate of beauty

She is just damn beautiful

             All like a pixie cutie

Par tum kyon ho jalti

             Aur bekaar me ho darti

Arre use jaake poochho meri kadar

             Kyonki wo pyar sirf mujhi se hai karti