Just realised one thing

Journalism in India is so democratic that it is literally for the government, To the government. By the government.

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किस अधूरी तमन्ना से और दिल लगाई बाकी है
ख्वाहिशों से मेरी बस जुदाई बाकी है
मेरे लफ़्ज़ों से ए नासमझ तुम क्या अंदाज़ा लगाओगे
मेरी आंखों में अभी रुसवाई बाकी है
कर दे ख़ाक़ इन कमजोर इंसानों को
इस के बाद एक जहां और बाकी है
बाकी है अभी जीना फिर से
फिर से मरना अभी बाकी है
कुछ किस्से तुम दोहरा दोगे
कुछ हमे दोहराने बाकी हैं
आओ थोड़ा अदब से पेश आएं
बेअदबी का अभी हिसाब होना बाकी है।

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People, There was a time when our country was called a golden bird, before foreign invaders plundered everything

We will bring its glory back


Audience clapped
Clapped like sheeps..
Politician smiled
Smiled like a wolf..
And time laughed
Laughed like , i dont know....

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Democracy

The poem.

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Democracy in India..Oops..
My Auto correct says
Democrazzyyy in India!!!!

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Democracy became democrazy and ultimately ended in a demonazi
That is last 50 years of world History for you!

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Democrazy
Their job is to shake you, not just caress
My dear Democrazy,don't press the Press

They light up your deeds & don't hide cess
It is their birth-right to freely express
Answer their queries, don't try to digress
My dear Democrazy,don't press the Press

Who are hiding back,carrying pen on the chest
If you don't speak up now,your number is next
Unite and fight back, if they try to repress
My dear Democrazy,don't press the Press

The truth will be truth, even if they supress
My dear Democracy, we all want Free Press

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Life becomes like government!
Properly don't know what to do at the right time.

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DEMOCRAZY'

B: They come with their sweet-tongued lips
Telling us lies from the deep
We will be awake while you sleep
And never let a great future from your finger slip.

C: But I see them deplicting our palatable future
They already milk our glory in the past
Now we are candidates​ of rejection

B: Indeed candidates of rejection with no option.
Immediately we gave them the key
Our sweats paid for their upkeep,
And now we can no longer sleep.
They claim to be changers of destiny
But I call them ambassadors of poverty.

C: They kept our mood ferocious
But we can't relinquish this land
Yet we are the blood in the sand
What does the society propose
What fruits are we reaping
The truth now vain to our hearing

B: Hmm...money became their priority,
Our voice and tears a minority.
Our sons now subsist in the street
While their sons escapes abroad.

C: The peasants drained of their fortunes,
The nobles enveloped​ with more fun tunes.
The balance we hold are subdued,
Our sanctity has been desecrated since yesterday.

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I had cast away love for the sake of responsibilites

And what stands on the way now is caste

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