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Female Bull-Fighter

kya raat men bistar khali rakhna achchha hota hai

bahut tandahi se kaam kar rahe ho

zara bhi idhar nahin dekh rahe

dekho idhar dekho

yahan jahan main padi hui huun

tumhari paintings ki kitabon ki tarah

jinhen tum ne kal ke liye utha rakha hai

thiik hai kah lo mujhe be-sharm

ab sirf ye underwear baaqi hai

use bhi utaar phenkun

to kya tum mud ke dekh loge dekho

main apni underwear bhi tumhari taraf phenk rahi huun

kal bhi tum ne yahi kiya tha

main tumhare intizar men lete lete so gai

aur niind men

tauba tumhen apna khvab sunate hue bhi

mere pasine chhut rahe hain

khvab men bahut se log

ek bull se meri ladai dekh rahe hain

vo apni singen

mere jism ke har hisse se

takra raha hai

men khauf-zada hote hue bhi

us ki singon ke vaar apne jism par padte hue

khush ho rahi huun

tamam tar aziyyat ke bavajud

lazzaton ke lahu men nahai hui

lahuluhan hote hue ek baar main ne

use apne uupar chadha hi liya

singon ko pakadte hue

meri aankh khul gai

main zamin par chit padi thi

tumhari masrufiyat ne to meri jaan hi le li hai

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