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People Are Seeing My World Thank You ...

the right hand one is 3 may ,, i made an error i type with one finger ,

Main Hoon Dalit .. Apke Juton Ka Doctor

jab apke jute
bemar ho jate hain
thak jate hain
ub jate hain
toh ham inme
yuva josh dalkar
 ham inhe  sudhar
dete hain..
apki sahet
apki tange
apke jute

yehi hamari dua hai
apke juton ki tarraki
raste ki tarakki
desh ki tarakki

naukri pakki
amdani nakki

dil mange more
jutey lucky

The Helpless Dalit Vote

such was her passion love for the dalit
she built grand parks  monolithic stone
elephants ,..knowing well appeasing
them would get her votes ample seats
building hope was fine but not creating
homes food to eat , jobs dreams bitter
sweet..conned time and again by all
parties the poor dalit .. with his support
they build their own statues havelis
mansions offices but for him..come
touch my feet .. take my blessings
bhai dalit..

sometimes the royal family too
comes to their hovel a photo
opportunity ..a selfie sweet .

Message From The Grave Of Late Eng r. Fernando Sergio Morales;

 De Cotta McKenna y Santaf?
 C./ Diputaci?n, 6-2?-A
 29780 Nerja (M?laga) Spain.


 On behalf of the Trustees and Executor of the estate of
 Late Eng r. Fernando Sergio Morales;
 I once again try to notify you as my earlier
 letter returned undelivered.

 I hereby attempt to reach you again by this same email
 address on the WILL. I wish to notify you that Late Eng r. Fernando Sergio
 Morales made you a beneficiary to his WILL. He left the sum of Six
 Million One Hundred Thousand Dollars (USD$6,100.000.00 ) to you in the
 codicil and last testament to his WILL.

 This may sound strange and unbelievable to you, but it is
 real and true. Being a widely traveled man, he must have been in
 contact with you in the past or simply you were recommended to him by
 one of his numerous friends abroad who wished you good.Eng r. Fernando
 Sergio Morales until his death was a member of the Helicopter Society and
 the Institute of Electroni…

Who Will Drive The Car Of Our Nation This Time ..

the previous owners
drove it to death
leaving it with a heartbeat
wheels held by a slender
thread ..the driver was
silent all these years
the cleaners  sold off
the machinery fled
a withered  soul leaving it
gasping for breath

who will touch it magically
change the lines on its
already smashed forehead