O Sindh ja pyara

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Sirf bundle paisa na kam inde

Duniya suran mein na saath dinde

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Ach ta kamayun karma sajha

Ach ta golyun jiyan ji wajha

Ach ta gadji Mela lagayun

Ach ta gadji Sindhi sadayun

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Dihan katun asan AC mein

Rasta bhajun asan gaadin mein

Maani khaun wade hotelan mein

Ghumun abroad moklan mein

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Ach ta kamayun karma sajha

Ach ta golyun jiyan ji wajha

Ach ta mili Sindhyat wadhayun

Ach ta Chander ja Geet gaayun

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Subu uthun - na kadee Yog kayun

Nasto khayi kamate bhaji vanyun

Ghar phone karan jo na koi time huje

Mitt-Maaitan jo na koi khayal suje

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Ach ta kamayun karma sajha

Ach ta golyun jiyan ji wajha

Ach ta Sindhi Boli bachayun

Ach ta Behraane akho chadayun

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Dihan na visarjein Viranghe jaa

Kaatil haiwaanan kehke na chhadayun

Daadi Amma Behnaroon Bacha

Izzat warso - samaho Sindh kare raddyun

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Ach ta pehenjo warso bachayun

Ach ta pahinji izzat paayun

Ach ta mili SindhuDesh thayun

Ach ta haiwaniyat khe mitayun

Tuhinjo Desh Muhinjo Desh

SindhuDesh - SindhuDesh 🚩

SindhuDesh asaanji Shaan

Akhand Bharat Hindustan 🚩

Bleeding Truth

13th March was my birthday,
Had to choose a different way;
Decided to keep all priorities at bay,
& reach uphill Jeevdani Temple before yawns the morning ray…

Jumped off the bed at three,
Leaving alone my lazy routines free;
Let my sleepy eyes step out the door,
Reached the destination sharp at four…

Seeing the huge gates shut,
Was quite astonished but;
Looking at people waiting – sleeping at the door,
Again gazing at the majestic closed door;
Stepped to a man in blue,
Asking if he had any clue;
As to when will the gates unlock?
It was already four O’clock…

“Now” he replied,
My eyes glorified;
The screeching sound of the opening gate,
Ready to climb up ending up the wait…

Stepping up my foot ahead,
Not alone was I, sought of a group I led;
Dogs barking with joy,
Started playing without a toy…

Carrying a pumping heart,
Holding myself from falling apart;
Reaching up the divine,
Waiting at the shrine;
Wrapping up the curtain,
Relieving the uncertain;
Goddess Jeevdani lends us a sight,
Before flows down the gushing sunlight…

Instruments started to play,
As if the clouds were to dance;
Chants around the world,
Dipped in honey was every stance…

Praising loud the almighty,
A group of boys dragged along a goat;
Deafening cheer surrounded the hall room,
A sight difficult for me to note…

They came tearing away the crowd through,
Were given a passage even though the audience grew;
Masked murderers they seemed to be,
Greetings & Respect they got was surprising to see…

The goat with the group went to take blessings ahead,
My eyes were expecting a stain splash off bleeding red;
But the sight was not sought at the very site,
When I asked about it to a man in white;
The sacrifice was to be made down the hill,
Blank was I to hear it and stood still…

Are we so not a Man,
To believe in what we Can;
By killing others to Gain,
Being untouched by the Pain…

It’s time we Realize,
To learn to Sacrifice;
Not someone else’s blood will colour our Life,
We need to put ourselves under the so called “Knife”…

Are we ready to Bleed?

Overtaking Times

Driving on a road infected with traffic,

Travelling within an overcrowded train;

Hanging out of an overloaded bus,

Speeding our bike, ruining a pedestrian’s cloth with a spit of drain…

Cutting through our co-drivers lane,

Overstepping our co-passenger for a windowpane;

Getting into the crowd with push & pain,

Screaming, abusing and behaving insane…

0 –100(kmph) within a split second,

Riding through the lanes with a skew;

Broad, narrow, with slopes or bend,

Piercing out our vehicle through trucks extra-large two…

Are we doing this to buy some time,

Are we doing this to get into the light lime;

Are we doing this to impress a girl sitting behind,

Are we doing this to kill a pedestrian who’s kind…

What do we gain, what do we skip,

What do we kill, what do we rip;

What do we do when we cross a road,

What do we do to the drivers, killing people without a sword…

By doing the above, the ten minutes we save,

We reach early to office or back home being so rave;

At office we while away the same time for a cup of tea,

At home we start cribbing over the traffic, as if reaching home was an emergency…

One fine day, I took a pledge, not to exceed 40(kmph),

I reached office @ 10(am) back home at 7.40(pm);

The very same day I rode simple & straight,

Surprisingly reached 15 minutes earlier, instead of my myth that I would get late…

Request you all for an Early Start,

Than to rip off our own or someone’s Family Apart…

Preserving a Life is costlier than - losing a Penny being Late;

From sending someone to the Graveyard,

It’s cheaper to spend a minute of Wait…

The Unknown Turn

Turning our heads to English,
Pushing the rest to plead;
Chats, Blogs, Mails so many,
Non-English is just a broken bead...

A parent feels proud of her baby greeting Hello,
A villager feels proud of his son addressing Dad;
A boy feels proud to answer a firangi fellow,
A girl feels asking "wassup" is a fad...

The text books & the apps,
The T-shirts & the caps;
The places & the maps,
Every corner perhaps...

We see, we show, we honor, we bow,
We speak, we feel, it's on the menu - every other meal;
We raise the bar & leave others low,
We hear, we deal, we approve, we kneel...

There's too much without English,
Left by us to die;
We are Quite Modern Now,
To forget the few who cry...

Please help it survive the last sigh.....please !