bandar chuha aur khargosh
hanste hanste the behosh
paas thi ek gilahri bhi
thi chuhe se moti bhi
aur kutta tha munh khole
tangon men tha nekar pahne
sab se badi thi lomdi
thi us ki moti khopadi
ye sab hi pyaar se rahte the
sab nachte gaate hanste the
ik din vo bole khush ho ke
ham ankh-micholi khelenge
jo pakda jaae chor bane
us ki aankhon pe patti bandhe
jo bhi pakda na jaega
akhir raaja kahlaega
pahle kutte ki baai thi
us ki sab se hi yaar thi
us ne socha kis ko pakdun
akhir main kis ko chor kahun
itne men bola bandar bhi
aae hain miyan-chhachhundar bhi
kahte hain main bhi khelunga
main akhir sab ko pakdunga
kutte ne kaha aane do ise
haan chor zara banne do ise
ye sun ke shaikhi men aa ke
khud aap chhachhundar ne badh ke
kutte se kaha mujh ko pakdo
mere munh pe patti bandho
main har ek ko pakdunga
akhir raaja kahlaunga
ahmaq the miyan chhachhundar bhi
padhte the antar-mantar bhi
koi bhi haath na aata tha
koi bhi chor na banta tha
thak thak ke haal kharab hua
lekin na koi kisi ko haath laga
achchha nahin shaikhi men aana
achchha nahin hota itrana
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